The Helm was gone, controls to move the ship, fried. Myron had watched some of his crew taken. This was not a great day.
There was some power. And that was enough for life support.
Myron got on his back to get under a control panel. He was worried. Lana was family and Juniper, well he wanted her. She was more than a freind. He wanted her. There was nothing to it but that. And until she was his… he worried. He knew she was for him.
So he worked, pulling cooled down burnt wirers out of the console. He had crew in the engine working on getting perpulsion online. This was going to be a long day. Probably even longer for the crew who weren’t there.
Myron worked into the night. And there is night in space, it is just on a digital clock.