“…no ma’am, I don’t have an ETA for it to be fixed. Lieutenant Bullian is down there working on the hyperdrive as we speak.”
Commander Dorrin Drake stood on the bridge of the Legacy, looking far to in control for the way he actually felt as he stared at a split-screen image of Admirals Indiana Bridger and Karen Wood.
“And what, exactly, did he say was wrong with the hyperdrive, Commander?” Karen looked none too pleased at being informed that the tough little Acclimator would be out of commission. Continue reading
Rain sheeted down and thunder crackled even as far up the valley from Shay Memorial as the Drake ranch, several dozen klicks away. The hangar near the house was warm and dry, though, and one of the Drake children was taking advantage of that fact. Xander Drake was underneath the old speeder he’d been working on since before he was tall enough to drive it, still working on fixing up the ‘old girl’ after all the years.
He’d arrived home late the night before, under cover of darkness and festivities—and fleet activity above. He still wasn’t sure what had happened, but he wasn’t inclined to ask, either. That was his mother’s concern, his father’s concern, his brother’s concern. Not his. Not anymore. Not ever.