Lieutenant Colonel Lucas Moody, DSS Argent Second Marines rolled over on his back once again.

“Alright, I’m issuing a standing order from this point forward. No more teleporting with any more of those alien contraptions. I’ve had it. From now on, either I travel by powerarmor, paladin or city bus.”

Yili grinned and climbed back to her feet. She found the nearest systems console. Somehow they had managed to put themselves on Dunkerque’s bridge, although she couldn’t say exactly how they had done it. Only the emergency lights were functional.

“Power systems are still intact. We’re sixteen thousand miles from the station perimeter. If I can configure the auxiliary navigational systems and restore function to what DeMay had getting the ship this far, we should be able to reach the docking facility at the asteroid’s mark 175 edge here.”

The main viewscreen displayed a tactical schematic of Barker’s asteroid. The cargo facility at the lowest point of the base’s interior map was highlighted.

“We can dock with the station?”

“They used Skywatch cargo ships to build that thing. It must have a standard tonnage lock. Should line right up with both our hard and soft rings.”

“Outstanding. What can I do to help?”

“I’m going to put the bridge on automatic. We’ll drive her from engineering just like I did for Argent. We’ll use the mains to maneuver and the automatic navigation beacon to calculate range and position. Just like my old stunt flying gig except this thing is 90,000 tons instead of six.”

“Sounds like something we could get in a lot of trouble for. I’m all for it.” Moo groaned as he laboriously got back to his feet. “I hope there’s a recliner in engineering, because otherwise I’m going to drag a hammock down there and sleep for a week.”

Yili slapped his shoulder. “Stay frosty, colonel. Guard duty was your idea. Let’s go.”