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[h3][b][color=E948FC]Danny Kingston[/color][/b][/h3]
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[Center]Shields: [color=yellow]70%[/color] - Hull: [color=yellow]Mild damage sustained[/color] - Turret: [color=yellow]Mild Damage[/color] - Engines: [color=mediumspringgreen]Full Power[/color] - Life Support System: [color=Yellow]Oxygen Recycling at 90%[/color] - Sensors: [color=mediumspringgreen]Online[/color][/center]

See, Danni had a number of sins tucked neatly under his belt. He knew he acquired his Papa's fondness for a drink over a decade and a half of murder and mayhem (thankfully, he had two amazing partners that didn't let him get anywhere as wild as the stories Pops and Papa used to tell him), he could get lazy when they were in between jobs and even sometimes when they were on one, he liked to chat with everyone and maybe sorta accidently spilled some secrets when the conversation just got too good. He knew that. Everyone had flaws, everyone had issues post Nemo jump- their friends scattering or dying, their parents obliterated in a beam of unholy light or whatever happened. It left a weight on your soul that you couldn't very well just therapy away. But Danni was rarely mad. Stressed, sure. Depressed, check. But truly and honestly angry? Nah, he'd rather just joke about it until he could nurse the bottom of a bottle in the next shifty space port they hit. 

But with the shields taking a beating, every indicator screaming something at him, the asteroid field whirling around him like a miles high meat pulverized, April admitting to making a hard journey near damn impossible (fair, it was an accident, Danni was just stressed), and Dee insisting on getting a barely functional hunk of junk out of one of the most difficult fucking runs in this solar system, even Danni reached his limit. [Color=E948FC]"Dorian Stephen Gray."[/color] Danni seethed over the comms, trying to turn the Excelsior around to get back to the dead Ravagers ship. [color=E948FC]"If you do not get your sorry ass back into t'is-"[/color] He bit his tongue as he jerked in his seat, another asteroid coming out of nowhere to hit them [i]hard[/i]. Another light started flashing, warning of panel damage above the life support systems. Danni tried to get their spiraling back under control, but before he could even get his hands back on the throttle, they hot another object. It felt like a chunk of metal, and the life support system monitor started blinking too, showing something inside had jostled hard enough to damage their oxygen recycling system. 

[Color=E948FC]"Dorian, get t'e fuckin' nav data, and we'll sell it off on Titan for repairs. I get it, you want ta take care of t'e ship, but t'e longer we're in 'ere, t'e more damage we're takin' and I literally cannot drive t'at 'unk of junk and us out safely."[/color] Danni bit out. Thankfully, it seemed the asteroid field was settling, the hunks of rock and ice settling a little. [Color=E948FC]"We need you 'ere, [i]now[/i]. Our life support is startin' ta fail."[/color] He could feel the frustrated tears start prickling at the edges of his eyes, but he wiped them away as he tried to keep the ship in a safe position for Dorian to come back. [color=E948FC] "'ow you 'olding up back t'ere, Princess?"[/color]

Meanwhile, the chunk of metal that the ship hit was about the size of a car and impacted directly into the Gunnery window after bouncing off one of the turrets. Some spider webbing had formed on the outer layer of glass, but thankfully it looked like it shouldn't get any worse… as long as nothing large hit it again.