Regroup

After returning to the bridge, we managed to take control of the ship and began the tedious process of decelerating. With only the sub-thrusters operational, it took over five grueling hours to bring the Range Falcon to a full stop. Considering the breakneck speed we were traveling at earlier while being dragged by the solar sail, I suppose that was inevitable.

"Phillips screwdriver..."

{Here.}

"... 10 mm chuck."

{Here...}

By my calculations, we still had roughly 60 hours before Eva's ship ran out of fuel. Of course, now that Major Terrence's fleet should be out there, they could probably extend the fuel reserves, giving us more time. Still, this narrow margin wasn't exactly comforting.

"We don't need solder thanks to cold welding, so... pliers."

{Here...}

"And a hug."

{He—... go fuck yourself.}