Grayson’s hands calmly ran over the controls of the shuttle despite the sparks and emergency lighting making the small cabin almost as dim as the aether outside the shuttle. The trip to the Challenger had been going smoothly until they began to skirt the asteroid field, then something odd about the asteroids had invited disaster. Somehow asteroids had managed to strike the shuttle, bypassing both the ships shields and deflector and somehow only a miracle and prevented them from simply disintegrating on the spot, but the Geralt was in trouble.

The two occupants had somehow managed to pilot the small craft within spitting distance of the ship that was their destination, but from where they were it looked almost in as much need of help as they did. “Looks like they got hit by the same thing we did,” Graysons voice was steady and calm despite the circumstances, at complete odd’s with the large spark from the dying console overhead that forced him to pause slightly as he spoke. “Hopefully they still have power enough for tractor beams or transporters, I’m not sure I can hold us together much longer. Did you have any retirement plans Frankie?”

Hitting the comm, Gray sent a message to the Challenger ahead of them.

=/\= Challenger this is the Shuttle Geralt, we are in need of assistance. We’ve been hit by asteroids and are losing power, thrusters are damaged and control is erratic. I’m trapped with Dr Frankenstein, request a tractor beam to pull us into the Shuttle bay. =/\=

Captain Rhodes, CO