PAUSING ON THE LADDER down to the maintenance tunnels of the Galathea’s engine, Toirien adjusted her equipment bag over her shoulder. She was going to test the functioning of each section of both engines. The ship’s computer was giving confusing readings, so she had to test the sections individually. The process would take her at least her entire shift.
Not that the crew worked in shifts any more. Everyone had been allotted tasks, and they were expected to do them whenever they weren’t sleeping or eating. They had to assist with health care, repair, and distributing supplies. It had given them all something to do, but it didn’t prevent discussion on how long they would be here, what was going to happen to them, and if they could expect a rescue ship. No one was answering their questions,
