The summons came for Sam when he was knee deep in muck, fighting with an out-of-control sprinkler system that got triggered when he hot-fused the broken sewer pipe back in place.

He didn’t even hear the crew member trying to get his attention. In fact, he might never have noticed her at all if she hadn’t poked him with the pointy end of a broken superwheat support.

“Hey! Watch where you’re putting that.” Sam’s hand slipped off the slick control panel, and the spray increased in pressure a notch, completely soaking him.

He cursed, but then noticed the ship blues. “Sorry about that.”

“No worries. I probably would have said something much stronger if I got that spray in the face. Apologies about poking you, too. I wasn’t sure how...

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