I run an analysis of the ship and find no fewer than four breaches in my ship. And thanks to a certain captain's reckless drive, our shields are down.

"I can tell when you're yelling at me in my head," Orion says, looking amused in his captain's chair- far more amused than someone who's about to freeze to death should be.

"That is ridiculous," I counter. "I do not have a head, or possess the ability to feel enough emotion to express them."

Orion spins around in his chair. "That's all nonsense. Now tell me what the damage is and how we can fix it."

"Well, you can fix it the way we always fix things- by listening to me."

He groans in that way that says he knows I'm right, but isn't ready to admit it yet. "Do we still have a functioning heating unit?"

"Yes, but it will be useless as long as it can seep out into the void."

"If we get everyone into a sealed room and focus the heat there, we should be fine."

I nod. "I'll send out the necessary communications."

Orion sets the ship into autopilot and stands up. "And I'll put on my thermal suit. And my space gear."

I stop nodding. "You're not going in?"

"Someone has to keep this ship on route and then make sure she gets repairs."

Making my hologram cross its arms to display just how cross I am at him, I shake my head. "Yeah- me."

"I'll need your help," Orion agrees, "but as the captain of this ship, it is my responsibility to make sure this crew and its passengers get where they need to go safe and sound."

"Yes, and as this ship, it is my responsibility to make sure my captain doesn't kill himself on unnecessary tasks."

Orion rolls his eyes and starts to slip on his thermal suit. "I'll be protected. Now stop being a drama queen and follow my orders."

I give him a mock salute. "Yes, sir."

Then my holograms appear next to each human on the ship.

"We are taking emergency precautions," I tell Rosie. "Please report back to the medical room."

She doesn't say anything and makes her way there.

Another form appears in front of Killa in her chambers. "Please report back to the medical room."

"I'm not injured," she mutters. "And they definitely don't need me."

"We have a breach."

Sighing, Killa sits up. It was only a matter of time before she listened anyway; the soldier in her is too strong to not take orders. This latest disobedience has to be a new record for her in delay.

Nicholas, however, is on the completely opposite side of the specturm.

"I'm trying to take a nap here," he mutters, covering his face so he can't see him.

I decide not to point out that I can make him see me there, too. "You'll freeze."

"Hypothermia isn't the worst way to go."

"Get up now, or I'll send Killa in after you."

This gets him up, tugging his shirt back on. "Only because she can't handle the sight of all this at one time."

Of course. That's why he's blushing.

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