“You got it yet?”
“No,” Ensign Jocasta snapped from the open panel to the rear of the ship. “Someone isn't flying the ship straight...”
“Someone doesn't want us to hit an asteroid,” Maier grumbled, adjusting the ship's course again. “Manoeuvring thrusters are all we've got, and each of these rocks have their own gravitational pull. What do you want from me? A cushion?”
Maier pulled the fighter to starboard, and the shift in gravity make the ship lurch in protest. Jocasta muttered something behind him in Bajoran, but he ignored it. There was a bumping sound, and she yelped in pain.
“No! Can't you land this damn thing, Lieutenant?” She struggled to her feet and fumbled with the medical kit in the corner.
“One one of these rocks? I doubt it. They're moving too fast, too erratically, and our engines are still broken, because someone is bitching instead of fixing them.”