criminals. That should keep them busy for a bit," Joe said to Cassie. "Now I just need the others to get here so we can figure out how to get this tub out of here."
The group was exhausted when they made it to the hallway outside the cargo bay. Gillian was in tears from the pain and Luke was valiantly gritting his teeth to get the woman to the relative safety of the escape pod.
"Are you alright Gillian?" Joe asked.
"A bad sprain, but in this environment it feels like it's broken." She gasped out. "Your giant jar-head here refuses to leave me."
"What can I say; I have a hero complex!" Luke cracked back.
Joe grinned back at the pair. "Well, let's get the hell out of here. Heather, I'm going to need your help with this."
"What… what is the computer saying about our course?" The woman asked breathing heavily.
"It says there is a course error and a correction is needed. Can it be as simple as giving it a destination to get out of this?" Joe asked.
Heather grinned. "Did you try it?"
"Nope, I'm not that brave. I was busy trying to make sure Jared had a worse day than we are," Joe replied. "All I've had time for really."
Heather joined Joe at the terminal as Luke took Gillian into the bay. He'd make sure her ankle got treated. "Luke, once you get Gillian fixed up, stay in there; with any luck, we'll be joining you shortly," Joe said.
"You got it boss; I don't think I'd be much help right now anyway," Luke replied.
Once Luke and Gillian were out of earshot, Heather spoke. "You're the super-navigator Becka went to meet aren't you? The one that would free us from Jared."
"I'm not a super anything, Miss. I'm just a guy with some unique skills trying to do my best for my people," Joe replied. "I'm no better than anyone else; in fact, I'm probably a lot worse. I created this mess after all."
"Actually, the way I see it, it is Jared who created this mess, you just acted to minimize the damage. Considering you had no idea what he'd done, you did pretty well," Heather replied after she pulled up some programming he didn't understand. "Jesus! He neutered this fucking computer! There are no safety routines in place at all!"
"Does that mean we can input a destination and jump out of here?" Joe asked.
Heather shook her head sadly. "No, we can drop out of hyperspace, but we can't move the station without creating a paradox event. We aren't completely frozen in time; if we were, we wouldn't be able to move at all. If we try to use the power we would need to move the station, it would rupture the warp field and drop us out right here. No, the station is doomed; no way around that."
"Okay, so how do we get out of here without taking a radiation bath?" Joe asked.
"You're going to have to jump the pod again," Heather replied.
"I don't know if I have the strength left for that Heather. I took that stim shot, but just moving it a few feet into the bay made me a little dizzy," Joe replied.
Heather looked up at him and smiled softly. "Then none of us are going home today."
"Joe? Just do it. You'll be fine, I promise," Cassie told him. "Trust me on this."
Joe was thoughtful for a moment. "Alright, if you're sure, let's get this show on the road. Heather, go get in the pod. I'll input the course change and set a timer on it. We'll get out of here before it takes effect."
"Give it at least five minutes, Major," Heather said. "That gives you plenty of time to get to the pod and get our asses out of here."
Joe nodded and turned to the terminal as she entered the bay.
"Cassie, how do I make a jump blind?" He asked. "For my ability to work, I need to see where I'm going."
"Actually, I think you'll be alright if you just envision a place you've been; just place yourself in the air above it to prevent a collision. The pod's safety systems will handle the rest," Cassie replied. "Don't over think this, just do it; you don't really have a choice, after all."
While Cassie had been answering him, he programmed the computer to drop
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