The stars aren’t moving. [His voice settles into his usual tones as the anxiety and panic ebb. This is a ship in trouble not a place where all his nightmares will become real. He shuts the door on all of that then faces the window. He closes the between between him and the glass. He touches it with one hand.

It’s cool to the touch and exactly what it appears to be.] This ship isn’t moving. Even a damaged ship can limp along but they stopped this one.

Why risk the fuel and resources? [His mind is so full of the ghosts that he lifts his arm to hit his com and stops. His armor isn’t functional. He blinks then lets his arm fall as he retreats from the glimmer of the stars.] Lets keep moving. We need to Id anything we can.