The ship drove towards its hellish perihelion. On my cramped flight deck spun a simulacra of a binary system: two red dwarfs locked in an vicious gravitational embrace, a combined orbital period of two minutes, twenty-five seconds. An endless, futile pursuit. Their luminosity had been muted to make them bearable. Even so, the display cast double shadows throughout the cabin, a confusion of intersecting lines and hard shapes that slashed across walls and deck like whirling blades.
I didn't stop at all, not for ice harvest, not even for sightseeing. I would risk getting hit by environmental hazards if I do.
Nope, still got hit, twice. Ebikko's wing is now obliterated. Lost 3 forward, 2 side and backward thruster, and an Azimuth's expensive ore detector along with the kitchen window, rapidly decompressurize my whole ship in the process. My eardrum and veins in my nose bursted. (made a mess on my keyboard) I have no turrets now because all two of them was part of the wing. The ship spun out of control, throwing debris in all directions. I sought shelter in a hollowed-out asteroid right after. But with the injury and splitting cluster headache I have no energy to undo any damage today.