Dammen was on the bridge overseeing departure preparations, when he chanced to look up. Casina was hovering uncertainly near the turbo unit. Too busy to alert him to her presence, the crewmen were going about their own duties and ignored her. Still perturbed with her, Dammen also ignored her as he went about his business. He had supplies to check on, the amount of fueling reserves to consider, and he had to lay in a course for home before those fanged Zarconian security ships and military units decided to start blasting weapons at them. If it hadn’t been for that engineering malfunction, they would already have been well on their...