“Hungry?” asked Troy, sitting on the edge of the med bed and biting the end off a high-energy bar, white chocolate blueberry flavored. He tossed a second on the bed next to him.
Kipp groaned and crossed to grab the bar, yawning and scratching the back of his head before opening it. It had been a solid three hours and Troy had gotten almost nowhere. By the looks of it, Kipp hadn’t had much luck either.
“Diagnostics say the com is fried from passing through the atmosphere to land,” said Troy, as though Kipp was interested to know. “Also, shields in general are hovering right around the do-not-fly range, but I loaded a schematic for how to use the portable one to enhance it enough to get us out of here. We should have taken the shuttle equipped for extreme scenarios down here.”
Kipp picked
