The tech shakes his head at the listing juggernaut. "What. a. shambling. mess."
"Thanks for noticing. The ship is, too. Here's the keys." He tosses them to the guy with the futuristic clipboard and the shiny jumpsuit. "Take good care of her. She almost didn't make it back."
[Play music bed and continue reading.]
The USS Armageddon appears dead. She hovers at some crazy angle within the outpost's dry dock. Charred gashes run along her belly and sparks pop and sizzle from deep within them. The entire starboard weapons array is locked up.
Let the repairs begin. Three-legged drones scurry along her hull, cutting away panels. Red waves of light advance along the length of the ship to catalog every wound. One of the two spacetime engines had spun itself apart and destroyed a number of decks.
Don't you worry, my beautiful beast. We'll take care of you. We fix things here...
