Battlefield Clean Up

    Crutch Ship Three flew up next to the battlecruiser. Debris from the gaping hole in the ship created a maze for the crutch ship to navigate. Slowly and carefully, it eventually navigated to its designated side of the downed spaceship.

    CS1 and CS2 had been tethered for over half an hour now, but they were on the clean side of the battleship.

    "Mitch, what's taking you so long buddy? We've gotten through three games of Smashtroids waiting for you!"

    "The field's strewn with debris, guys, and we're already down two Crutches."

    "Alright alright, get into place so we can move this thing back to the maintenance yard."

    "I'm hooked up. Tension check passed. On your command Val."

    "This is CS1 requesting entry to Dark Side"

    "This is Dark Side command, you're clear for entry."

    "Affirmative, en route now. ETA is ninety minutes."

    "Roger. Just watch asteroids and debris. We've been having trouble keeping the space clear these last few battles. The junk piles up faster than we can clear it."

    "Understood. Maybe they'll finally consider giving us blasters; we could help clear it."

    "I think we'd all appreciate it. Anyway, see you in ninety."
    "Roger that."

    Val cut the Dark Side comms and resumed chatter with her crutch companions. "This is gonna be a long ride guys. With the debris everywhere, they've prohibited auto pilot, so no Smashtroids during the trip."

    "Boo!" Ernest shouted from CS2.

    ". . . Anyone know any good folk songs?" Mitch asked.

    Silence followed.

    "You'll pipe up in ten minutes," he added.

    Laughter sounded throughout the radios. Maybe it wouldn't be that long of a trip back after all.