The engine was failing again. The stupid engine. Every time they reached 0.33c it started malfunctioning. Then it was a bunch of complicated orbital maneuvers, which took forever, until they reached the nearest repair bay.
But Ann didn't care. It was always about the bottom dollar for her. If they had an ounce of foresight, she'd realize a new engine would be cheaper in the long run, and they'd make more money a lot faster too.
And here I am, "fixing the engine" by her orders. I've "fixed" this engine countless times by now, and it still remains unable to reach the speeds Ann wants to go. "Theoretical top speed" does not mean what Ann wants it to mean. And that's the real problem isn't it?
This isn't an engine problem, this is an Ann problem. I need to get rid of Ann don't I? Well that's a refreshing thought. How will I afford to eat though? I think I can handle hunger long enough to find a new captain. It's settled then, once we dock, I'll go in for "refreshments," and refuse to step back aboard this ship.
"The engine needs repairs again, captain. We don't have the tools for it on board."
"Again? Fine, all crew members prepare for orbital deceleration, we need to make an emergency stop."
"Already?" The crew sounded throughout the ship.
Let's hope we can find a decent repair bay. . .
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