Hargrove, the engineer, ambled awkwardly down the corridor in zero gravity with a bulky mass of piping under his arm.
The captain called out something about fixing the gravity situation, but, damnit, Hargrove already knew that.
He passed Comstock, the weapons specialist, headed in the opposite direction back to the gunnery array. They exchanged sympathetic glances.
If the gravity wasn't restored, the rest of the crew would have an even more difficult time fighting back, and if Comstock didn't return fire, they'd surely die soon.
More laser fire erupted outside the hull separating the hundred men from hard space.
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99 Words is a pet project I started in 2011 when at college. The idea was that I didn't have time for writing, but still had passing fancies, visions, plot ideas, and the like. Instead of tossing them to the wayside, I came up with a plan to turn those notes into little chunkules of text, each 99 words long. This is section is still updated.