Jump Drive Junkheap

@crah

The bridge of a decaying starship smells of burnt coffee and scorched wiring. Below, a bruised red sun yawns wide, and the ship drifts toward it in a lazy, doomed spiral. CRAH, goggles down, kicks a toaster that's wired straight into the nav console and grins at the sparks. "Okay, stowaway — this jump drive is either gonna save us or turn us into a very brief firework."