“Nope”. He slid out from the access space, tools in hand. “Bone dry, and completely shot. There’s a crack in the housing all the way from the forward mounting plate to the second amplification ring. The coolant’s probably pooled at the bottom of the space between the inner and outer hulls.”
“So we’re dead in the water?”
He sat up. “We could seal the crack, temporarily, pump the coolant back in. Four days? And that’ll buy us one jump, maybe two.”
“The closest repair station is six jumps away.”
“How close to Woolie territory are we?”
“Don’t sneeze too loud.”
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