A Crash

    Surprisingly, the way back to the bridge of the ship was clear, save for the patches of spores which he skirted easily. The door to the bridge opened as he approached, and a gun leveled at his face.     "Stand down, he's obviously not one of those things." came a call from Captain Andere on the level above him, and the pistol dropped.     "Sorry mate, didn't think there were more people around." The voice was accented, and wielded by a man with dark skin and matching hair. The dress uniform he was wearing was a mix of well pressed and shredded in places. No memories of the man surfaced in Kevin's mind, so he must not have known him before.     "My apologies, sir. I was off fixing something important." Kevin moved past the stranger, mostly ignoring him. He had to be a senior officer based on the uniform and all the medals on it, but he had other worries at the moment. He turned his attention to Captain Andere. "Sir, I can report that we...

     "So best guess says these things were in orbit somewhere?" Kevin assumed, snapping Blanchard out of her reverie. "Space is vast, and the chances of hitting something in all that black is... well, pardon the pun, but astronomical."      Blanchard laughed, her voice carrying out. It was a nice sound that didn't fit in with all the death and gore around them. "My god, that was a bad  one LT. Any chance you could dad joke these things to death?"      Kevin smiled. It felt strange here.     "Anyway," she continued, "I think we should get back to the bridge. Let Andere know we're done." She stepped out of the blast doors, checking her blind spots, and started down the hallway without making sure Kevin was following, which he felt should be to his credit, he was. They moved quickly and silently throught the ship, following the line back towards the bridge. As the reached the halfway point, or nearest to it that Kevin could tell, ...