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“ … And the oxygen masks still haven’t turned up anywhere. No one’s admitted to taking them, either,” Leta was saying, sounding as exhausted as Fiearius felt, as she walked slowly beside him down the hallway toward the bridge. Normally her presence would have been something of a nuisance, but Fiearius felt simply too tired to protest. Now that the ship had been stuck for ten days, he was starting to go off sleep.

And he wasn’t the only one. Below deck, Cyrus was a mess — covered in ship oil, shaking from all the coffee he’d consumed, tearing apart the engine piece by piece. Meanwhile, Fiearius took over managing the back-up generator. The process demanded near-constant monitoring and rerouting or power to extend its life for as long as possible. Dull, dreary work, but if it was one less thing Cy had to handle, he’d do it.

Leta had been right: this was getting worse before it was getting better. In just about every way.

Walking with him up the steps, she asked, “About how long until Finn gets here?”

“Not sure,” Fiearius sighed. “Few days, I think. Haven’t been able to lock onto a signal long enough to get any messages out to him. Hopefully not much longer.” He paused, and muttered dryly,” “Don’t suppose the crew’s gonna get any happier as is … “

In Leta's head, she is wondering what the hell a little footballer is doing in the back of Fiearius' hair.

Caelum Lex Chapter 33

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“ … And the oxygen masks still haven’t turned up anywhere. No one’s admitted to taking them, either,” Leta was saying, sounding as exhausted as Fiearius felt, as she walked slowly beside him down the hallway toward the bridge. Normally her presence would have been something of a nuisance, but Fiearius felt simply too tired to protest. Now that the ship had been stuck for ten days, he was starting to go off sleep.

And he wasn’t the only one. Below deck, Cyrus was a mess — covered in ship oil, shaking from all the coffee he’d consumed, tearing apart the engine piece by piece. Meanwhile, Fiearius took over managing the back-up generator. The process demanded near-constant monitoring and rerouting or power to extend its life for as long as possible. Dull, dreary work, but if it was one less thing Cy had to handle, he’d do it.

Leta had been right: this was getting worse before it was getting better. In just about every way.

Walking with him up the steps, she asked, “About how long until Finn gets here?”

“Not sure,” Fiearius sighed. “Few days, I think. Haven’t been able to lock onto a signal long enough to get any messages out to him. Hopefully not much longer.” He paused, and muttered dryly,” “Don’t suppose the crew’s gonna get any happier as is … “

In Leta's head, she is wondering what the hell a little footballer is doing in the back of Fiearius' hair.

Caelum Lex Chapter 33