Zishy 24 08 16 Bianca Bell And Irina Dyvyn Very Top -

The station’s alarm blared. Static crackled through Bianca’s earpiece. : "You’ve got a debris field approaching. Adjust your trajectory—now."

"Bull. Shit."

Bianca tightened her grip on the thruster controls. "We’ve got six minutes to sync the arrays before solar winds hit. Your algorithms better hold up, Dyvyn." zishy 24 08 16 bianca bell and irina dyvyn very top

Irina arched an eyebrow, the glow of her holographic code casting a blue sheen across her face. "And your reflexes better be sharper than your ego, Bell. That satellite’s not going to fix itself." The station’s alarm blared