GO back to sleep.
Max curses and rolls over again.
You are quite frustrated about being waked up. You roll over and try to sleep, but you cant, the adrenaline used to reanimate you still pulses around in your veins.
Engage in some percussive maintenance.
You dance around to a rythm flicking switches on and off, plugging a few wires and stuff like that, things become normal very soon.
Try switiching EVERYTHING off and then back on again... that usually works, right?
Then, try and work out where the hell we are - still in Sol or elsewhere?
You press all the power switches, but suddenly they do it by themselves, god damn engineers ninja'd you.
The systems reboot, the hardware cooling took some damage from whatever electromagnetic anomaly that passed by, so most machines have been underclocked to prevent overheating, good job Engi guy, now
put a dispenser here lets figure out where we are, the systems are not done connecting to the main systems yet, thought.
Pilot DrPoo walks into the cockpit to assist with the navigation. "Ok, the natural thing would be to get open the view port." he says in a high arsed tone andd flicks a button. The systems finish whatever they needed to do, meanwhile the viewport opens, you hear the sound of electromotors "Wrrrrrrr", bright light bathes the cockpit, it blinds you. "Warning: Calculated unplanned sub-orbital trajectory." "Fuselage temperature: 356 degrees celsius, activating re-entry aid displays" One of the main MFD's switches to a screen with a drawing of the ship, cutted into different pieces, alot of theese pieces are in all sorts of orange and red nuances, one noteworthy, the nosecone, is pink, that means a temperature above 2000 degrees. Maybe athmospheric flight by plasma drive is a bad idea.
>Use my Doctor skills to make sure nobody is dead.
Oops forgot this one:
You ready your medkit, hoping for the best, you see one of the robots pretty busy with playing Robustris.
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