Chapter 109

Chapter One Hundred Nine

Nothing ever went easy on the crazy planet. Connor had to repeat that as a mantra sitting on the engineering bay deck in the white work light glow. It was the only way to get through installing one of the pipes he’d taken from the older ships. The specs were the same, but it refused simple installation.

Finally, he ended up shortening the pipe and re-threading for the fitting. It would be a pain to take back off, but he didn’t expect to be in the ship long.

Assuming it worked at all.

With all that had happened, that seemed like a long shot.

Realistic ambitions should be simple: getting lights to work; blowing out the stench of death that still hung over everything; a cool shower to wash away the filth and ease his aching muscles.

Maybe even fresh, sweet water to quiet the sensation he was dehydrating.

He set the wrench onto the deck plating, wincing at the metallic clank. Without systems running or a crew creating noise, everything seemed deafening.