A LONG WHILE LATER, halfway through her engine check, Toirien took a rest. The testing wasn’t going well. Not every panel was giving results. The crash-landing had damaged them, and because they weren’t working, she had no way of telling if that section was functioning as it should, except for opening it up and taking a look. Only Toirien didn’t know what she was looking for. She hadn’t got that far in her training.
She sat on the metal mesh floor and took her lunch out of her bag. She needed a drink, but she’d mustered the self-control to not pack any alcohol. She needed to keep her wits about her if she was going to complete a report for Harrington. It was going to be a short one: without help from Polestar or someone else, they were screwed. She only had to figure out the details of ho
