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"Come on, damn it!" Rowan swore beneath his breath. Sweat poured off his body. It was hotter than hell in the shuttlecraft.
And then the maintenance computer's display area lit up. "Successful reboot."
Rowan could have kissed it. "Maintenance computer, respond!"
"Maintenance here. What's the problem?" Even the voice was different from the voice of the flight computer. These shuttle designers thought of everything.
"Maintenance computer, the flight computer has malfunctioned. Pilot authorizes you to take over flight control now!"
"Maintenance computer here. I have now taken over flight control."
Rowan sighed in relief. "Reduce shuttle speed to full stop and reduce rate of descent to ten meters per second!"
Main engines cut. Forward breaking thrusters fired. Inertial dampeners kicked in. Everything in the compartment lurched forward. Rowan and all of his equipment slid across the deck to the foot of the forward compartment bulkhead.
Bruised and battered, he regained his feet, staggered across the listing deck to the console. The timer had stopped.
"Good work, maintenance," Rowan said, hoping his thudding heartbeat would return to normal sometime soon. "Restore all onboard computers to their original backup programs and inform me when that is complete."
Rowan switched to the comm. "Sunray, this is Javelin. Do you read? Over
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