Jax, the grease-stained engineer, didn't look up from the floor plating he was welding. "Those 'overclocked' thrusters are the only reason we didn't get caught in the gravity well of that gas giant, Elara. You’re welcome."
Suggest me a sci-fi book following the adventures of a small crew Space Crew
Kael froze. They were millions of miles from the nearest station. "Jax, tell me that’s a loose plate." Jax, the grease-stained engineer, didn't look up from
"Life support is at sixty percent," Elara, the crew’s medic, replied from the back. "And if Jax doesn't stop overclocking the thrusters, we’ll be breathing recycled carbon by Tuesday." They were millions of miles from the nearest station
With a hiss of depressurization, the inner door slid open. There was no one there. Instead, the floor of the airlock was covered in a layer of fine, silver dust that began to swirl, forming shapes in the low gravity. The dust didn't attack; it drifted toward the comms console, illuminating the dark screens.
A gritty, realistic look at a crew caught in the middle of a solar-system-wide conspiracy.