Sick

"...So."

Leo's voice broke the warm spell sounding dry and flat as a sheet of ice.

"You've got a mothership… You've got an agricultural deck… You've got Elena's mother, twelve hungry kids and a ship full of spare parts, that sounds like paradise so why are we still standing in my hallway?"

Ren turned back to him and the easy smile came right back without a hitch.

"Straight to the point," he chuckled, scratching the back of his neck with an amused shake of his head. "I respect that, Captain. The truth is... we've got a logistics bottleneck… A big one."

He nodded back toward the docking sleeve, and his tone turned serious and practical.

"The mothership's three light-hours out, right on the edge of the system's gravity well...To get there from here, both our ships need a sustained sub-light burn our deuterium reserves can't support so we're practically running on fumes."