Isn’t This Great? - Lorca & Ash
Lorca gripped the controls of the stolen Klingon fighter until his knuckles whitened. It wasn’t that it tiny ship was difficult to control. It was because of the searing pain in his skull that radiated from his damaged eyes. Behind him, he could hear Tyler’s rough breathing, and instead of giving him comfort to know there was one person on the damned fighter that could see clearing, he worried that he’d made a mistake bringing him along.
A flash of light shattered the darkness of space, and a cascade of sparks blew across the cockpit, bits and pieces of superheated plastic and transparent aluminum spattered against the right arm of his uniform.
“Shit, just lost half our engines. We are not going to make it!” he snapped back over his shoulder at Ash. “Taking us down to that planetoid. It’s got an atmosphere. Looks like it was terraformed—maybe.” It was rocky. The haze of atmosphere a single spot of hope against the black. “There’s a base of some kind. It’ll be full of Klingons, but there’ll be food and maybe some weapons we can use.”
They didn’t have a choice. There was nowhere else to go. The fighter wouldn’t make it to another star system, and there was no calvary from Starfleet coming to rescue them. Lorca adjusted their trajectory with one hand and tightened the emergency restraints that were designed for Klingon body not a human as well as he could with the other. “Brace for impact! This is NOT going to be one of my better landings!”
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