Tom breath caught as the words died in the subtle shuffles and winds of the ship, the now derelict ship.
"So… what do we do?"
The captain answered, "You all fix it or we die. It's as simple as that."
Drew addressed all of us, "About twenty, twenty-five minutes ago, the reactor just stopped. Sonya called me and tried the base restart procedure, and it wouldn't start. We don't know why, we don't know what's wrong. Then I called the captain I called all of you."
Scott asked, "Can we get any help? This doesn't sound good."
This time the captain spoke, "It'll take at least a week before any type of signal can reach Centauri station, and then they have to send out one of their emergency release vessels. The next closest dock is over a month away. We are on our own."