The shattered edge

[Jayce]

I never thought I'd say this, but I wish the Skipper were here...

The sound of spacesuit-clad footsteps was heard in the rear of the Credit's bridge. "And I never thought I'd hear that from you, Pavel." Jayce said in a rather humorous voice. He was shivering from his recent spacewalk from his Odin to the damaged Credit. "Pavel, where's the XO?" Jayce mumbled, unzipping the suit's outer layers.

"Crying, in the head." Pavel replied.

"Hold on." Jayce said, finally stepping all the way out of the spacesuit. "Ill be back in a minute." Jayce reached into his jacket pocket, and withdrew a set of knuckle dusters. He slammed the door behind him as he walked into the small restroom of the Credit. A loud crack was heard a few seconds later, followed by the distinctive sound of the toilet flushing. Twice. Three times. Finally, Jayce opened the door again, closely followed by the XO, his head soaking wet, and bleeding rather profusely from the jaw.

"One XO, out of the john. Dunno how useful he'll be, but, he's here. And judging by what went on earlier, I don't think there will be much use for him anyway. And for the love of god, cut off that rear turret, Pavel. It's useless anyway. I would've thought you knew that." Jayce said, leaning against his command chair.

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