“C’mon you little .......” Sam held back the stream of Ferengi curse words that sprang to mind, biting her tongue as she tried to fiddle the last module into place.

“Got ya!” With a triumphant thump of the heel of her hand, she popped the hatch cover back into place. A quick diagnostic showed that the panel was now fully operational.

She moved on down to the next panel, her small compact frame perfectly at home, even with the damage caused by their passage through the ellipse she was able to negotiate the sometimes badly warped and cramped tube with little difficulty.

She popped the next inspection hatch and frowned at the state of things inside. She hunted through the bag she was dragging along with her, full of scavenged electronic items from the destroyed crew quarters. She pulled out a small personal replicator, designed for making hot beverages, and frowned, she’d already pretty much stripped the thing of useable parts already.

With a shrug, she tossed the box through a gapping hole in the floor of the tube, a loud clang sounding below as it crashed to the torn decking.

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