A small group of people catches your eye as you step outside the airlock. They're huddled around some sort of machinery... probably a computer or something.
You walk to them, and peer over their heads at the thing. You recognize the logo on the side.
"The Optitrope?" You half gasp.
Kal swallowed hard, "We don't have any choice. We have to... well..."
"I'm going to need 3 teams of 3 to collect the power cells from the ship." Brea barked orders and the crew scrambled trying to fulfill them. Dana, Alex and Kal formed one group, as Kamira, Lamara, and Chris formed another. The final group was quickly put together as Anorian, Garonen and Dos ran onto the ship.
You're now alone with Brea, the captain, and Gemini, the medic. "Captain, why did you bring that thing out? I thought you said--"
"I know I said we could fix the ship. But..." Brea faltered, "It's a little bit more complicated than that."
Gemini cut in "We're running out of supplies, Trish."
"Oh." You murmur.
"We have to use it." Brea declared, "There's just no way around it."
The wind picked up and blew through the alien vegetation, purple/gray with blooms.
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