Chapter 50

Chapter Fifty

Patterns shifted from amber to red then to green on the console as systems strained, failed, then came back online. To Connor, it felt like one of those reaction time computer tests. He could tap a key or flip a switch to reroute power from one system to another, but the instant he did, another system demanded attention.

The ship’s slow destruction was the pounding soundtrack: metal pinging and screeching.

Yemi’s seat grumbled and punched Connor’s back, rejecting the unwanted guest. The co-pilot’s scent floated out of the cover like a ghost.

Connor fought through it. Distraction at this point was death.

Martienne’s voice floated over her seat. “Thrust on engine two.”

“Saw that.” Connor tapped the button to up the flow through the primary line.

Nothing happened.

He tapped the Aux Fuel button. “Rerouting through auxiliary fuel feed.”

The indicator light barely drifted away from red.