The ship lurched violently, throwing both crew members against their restraints. The Bangbus's patchwork hull groaned in protest, threatening to burst apart at any moment.
The comms system died, plunging the cockpit into an eerie silence. The Bangbus's engines coughed, a dying wheeze, and then fell still.
The Bangbus drifted, a crippled hulk, as the silence stretched out into the void.
Zara and Arin exchanged a grim look. The ship's instruments flatlined, one by one. Outside, the stars twinkled like cold, uncaring eyes.