The captain limped across the Command Room using a metal pipe as a cane. His uniform was more brown than white now, mirroring his beard. And his left leg, the one he seemed to keep weight off of, was all bloodied up. He walked across the floor- or the wall, rather, and strenuously leaned down to pick something up. I scanned the rest of the room and assessed the damage. Most of the seats and comms were all secured to the bow itself. There was minimal debris and wreckage in here. The captain straightened out and held out a thick, orange emergency blanket.

         “I hid from them with this!” he said. “Officer Travis and I were the only two in the Command Room to survive the impac...

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