“Captain! Wake up!” Boreas Dante was shaken out of unconsciousness roughly. It was Hugh, hovering in front of him. Peter was tending to his wound floating at an odd angle. His legs nearly hit the captain in the side of the head when he started.
“How long was I-”
“Only a minute or two.” Peter answered, adjusting his position away.
“How are you boys holding up?” Boreas scrutinized the two of them searching for any serious injuries.
“That ship is approaching. Coms are down.” Hugh had a panic in his eyes. His thick black hair formed a dark halo around his head. “Do you think they will try to board us.”
Boreas looked at the console. The partial readings matched the navigators theory. Quickly he ran through some options in his head. Everything he came up with fell short of being useful in this situation.
He reached for a dial at the top right corner of the dash board. “Do you two remember what to do when I turn this on?”
“Yes,” Hoodie replied.
“Uh-huh.” Peter nodded.
“Then let's hope everybody else does too.” The captain turned the dial to the farthest position where it audibly clicked. Immediately the ship powered down to only essential systems. A low droning alert sounded through the ship as well.
