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Powerful
lights
came
on
beneath
the
Nostromo
.
They
pierced
the
cloud
waves
only
weakly
,
did
not
provide
the
clear
field
of
vision
Dallas
so
badly
desired
.
But
they
did
illuminate
the
dark
screens
,
thereby
lightening
both
the
bridge
and
the
mental
atmosphere
thereon
.
Lambert
felt
less
like
they
were
flying
through
ink
.
Parker
and
Brett
couldn
’
t
see
the
cloud
cover
outside
,
but
they
could
feel
it
.
The
engine
room
gave
a
sudden
shift
,
rocked
to
the
opposite
side
,
shifted
sharply
again
.
Parker
swore
under
his
breath
.
’
What
was
that
?
You
hear
that
?
’
’
Yeah
.
’
Brett
examined
a
readout
nervously
.
’
Pressure
drop
in
intake
number
three
.
We
must
’
ve
lost
a
shield
.
’
He
punched
buttons
.
’
Yep
,
three
’
s
gone
.
Dust
pouring
through
the
intake
.
’
’
Shut
her
down
,
shut
her
down
.
’
’
What
do
you
think
I
’
m
doing
?
’
’
Great
.
So
we
’
ve
got
a
secondary
full
of
dust
.
’
’
No
problem
.
.
I
hope
.
’
Brett
adjusted
a
control
.
’
I
’
ll
bypass
number
three
And
vent
the
stuff
back
out
as
it
comes
in
.
’
’
Damage
is
done
,
though
.
’
Parker
didn
’
t
like
to
think
what
the
presence
of
wind
-
blown
abrasives
might
’
ve
done
to
the
intake
lining
.
’
What
the
hell
are
we
flying
through
?
Clouds
or
rocks
?
If
we
don
’
t
crash
,
dollars
to
your
aunt
’
s
cherry
we
get
an
electrical
fire
somewhere
in
the
relevant
circuitry
.
’
