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The
executive
officer
adjusted
a
trio
of
toggles
.
There
was
a
noticeable
flickering
,
hints
of
faint
geologic
forms
,
then
complete
darkness
.
’
Nothing
.
We
’
re
blind
outside
as
well
as
in
here
.
Have
to
get
secondary
power
at
least
before
we
can
have
a
look
at
where
we
are
.
Batteries
aren
’
t
enough
for
even
minimal
imaging
.
’
The
audio
sensors
required
less
energy
.
They
conveyed
the
voice
of
this
world
into
the
cabin
.
The
storm
-
wind
sounds
rose
and
fell
against
the
motionless
receptors
,
filling
the
bridge
with
a
hoo
-
click
that
sounded
like
fish
arguing
.
’
Wish
we
’
d
come
down
in
daylight
.
’
Lambert
gazed
out
a
dark
port
.
’
We
’
d
be
able
to
see
without
instruments
.
’
’
What
’
s
the
matter
,
Lambert
?
’
Kane
was
teasing
her
.
’
Afraid
of
the
dark
?
’
She
didn
’
t
smile
back
.
’
I
’
m
not
afraid
of
the
dark
I
know
.
It
’
s
the
dark
I
don
’
t
that
terrifies
me
.
Especially
when
it
’
s
filled
with
noises
like
that
distress
call
.
’
She
turned
her
attention
back
to
the
dustswept
port
.
Her
willingness
to
express
their
deepest
fears
did
nothing
to
improve
the
mental
atmosphere
on
the
bridge
.
Cramped
at
the
best
of
times
,
it
grew
suffocating
in
the
near
blackness
,
made
worse
by
a
continuing
silence
among
them
.
It
was
a
relief
when
Ripley
announced
,
’
We
’
ve
got
intercom
to
engineering
again
.
’
Dallas
and
the
others
watched
her
expectantly
as
she
fiddled
with
the
amp
.
’
That
you
,
Parker
?
’
’
Yeah
,
it
’
s
me
.
’
From
the
sound
of
it
,
the
engineer
was
too
tired
to
snap
in
his
usual
acerbic
manner
.
