it seemed, was meant to have been fixed or straightene

announced in a

Ripley, although irreligious, gratefull

ly vacant – the communications officer had been relieving Falcone at his station. A youthful lieutenant who looked around 21 to Ripley (and probably like a teenager to Falcone) swiveled round in the command chair like a

young man, giving him a big wink as he did so. "Y

as he quickly stood up to

was one of the very new crew drafted from Spacedock 7 when the crisis struck and they had to fill all their personnel shortages post haste. He

ce aglow with the excitement

center of the bridge. Ripley took her seat at the Exo's station, which was immediate

you that we've picked u

ok at him a moment b

one?" He shr

f-guard by Falcone's demeanor, "We're th

ible haste... even in the light of their current assignment. The only problem was, Ripley reflected, with the stardrive strewn all over engineering, t

eady daunting workload. Like the Last Straw. Ripley thought for a moment the lieutenant's hesitatio

S.S. Pegasus. Registry says pr

been a more descriptive term. It was that name, d'Angelo. She

hat man's name, Lt

ed at her mat

f the Pega

ded in

, big 'A' – Michael, I think – thoug

reathed, almo

s usually crisp and aloof Exec seemed to be str

Commander?"

overing her composure. "I think I kno

Said Falcone,

y blu

re than one Mykl d'Angel

d of y

in a more level tone. "I knew hi

-Fleet