Inside the smoke-scented gunmetal interior of the Hark, Golt’s thunderous snoring is interrupted by a loud knock on the airlock door leading out of the ship. He jolts awake, rolling out of his creaky reclined captain’s chair and onto the floor with a sound similar to a sledgehammer hitting the lid of a trash can. He lets out an enraged shout.

GOLT: “SHIT!”

In the darkness of the crew bulb, Rowe’s amber eye glows to life from where he had been standing inactive in the corner.

ROWE: “Are we facing an intruder, captain?”

Golt lies on the ground with only one limb, as the other three are currently charging in the battery station. His face still planted firmly in the metal floor, he grumbles a response.

GOLT: “Intruders don’t tend to knock, Rowe.”

He groans and sits up, using his single remaining arm to right himself. The knock booms from the airlock door yet again, narrowly giving Golt a migraine to aid with his already rapidly approaching hangover. He barks a simple demand across the room.

GOLT: “WHAT?!”

From outside, Garren’s voice is a nearly inaudible mumble through the metal doors.

GARREN: “SOMETHING IMPORTANT, GOLT!”

Golt sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. He makes a vague, inscrutable gesture around the room at nothing in particular.

GOLT: “Rowe- legs.”

ROWE: “Yes, sir.”

Rowe quickly jaunts to the battery station and opens its hinged doors. An icy light spills from within. Several batteries the size of soda cans haphazardly line its interior alongside Golt’s prosthetic limbs. Rowe grabs the folded pair of legs and hands them to his captain. Golt grumbles.

GOLT: “Thank you.”

ROWE: “You are welcome, captain.”

His legs whir and shift into life as he snaps them into bolts located where he would otherwise have the beginnings of femurs. He gets to his new feet, using his pilot seat as leverage, and steps over to the cabinet to attach his arm in the same manner at the shoulder. He flexes his metal fingers to assure the calibration was successful.

ROWE: “All is well?”

GOLT: “No complaints here…”

He lets out a deep sigh like someone about to take a college exam and makes his way into the airlock before finally reaching its exterior door.