Floating in her EVA suit, she watched her bae abandon her for hyperspace. “No!”
“Fraker!” the mechanic shouted.
“He’s left us to die…” she trailed off amidst the drifting debris.
“You deserve better,” he said taking her hand. “We’re not dead, yet.”
She looked to him, tears bobbing in her helmet.
“I knew we couldn’t trust him, so I took his decelerator,” he said holding up a cylinder. “That son of a bitch won’t ever leave hyperspace without it.”
He glanced to the wrecked starship beneath them. “Let’s hustle, and see if we can get that derelict working with this thing.”
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