The Jotunheim Engineering department was mostly contained within one claustrophobic room. There were four main control areas including Life Support, which mostly looked out over a complicated sprawl of wires and pipes that connected the Tamerlane FTL drive in the middle with the three enormous engine pods in back. It was pretty loud, and stank of fuel.

“I can give you 7.25%, no more right now! Should be enough to activate two segments.” Zhao snapped at Vigdis while standing over the engine room’s central console. She wore a dirty navy boiler suit with Tamerlane’s horse archer logo on the back and curlers in her dark hair kept in place by netting. The other engineers had returned to their stations, where they hawkishly monitored engine and life support systems as the ship completed its final pre-flight checks.

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“Let us in!” Darnell shouted, pounding on the shuttle bay's airlock door.

Looking frantically around, his eyes landed on the door’s control panel again. “How do I talk through this thing…” He muttered, pressing all the buttons at once.

Ezra kept his assault rifle levelled at a short young woman who he’d caught securing her mech suit to the floor. He knew all too well how dangerous those Javelin bots could be, even when demilitarised, so he didn't plan on letting its pilot out of his sight.

“How do we unlock this door, or talk to the crew?” Ezra asked Eva, his accent thick when speaking in English.