Minnesota sagged against the engine housing and breathed a deep sigh of contentment. She felt the subtle hum of power between her shoulder blades, even through the thick protective casing housing the star drive. As soon as she got back to engineering, she hadn't waited for Archer's order. Instead, she fired up the drive and headed them for the nebula. He congratulated her on a job well done, so she knew, despite the fact he was a trained spacer, he understood things wouldn't be run the way he had been taught.
She had so much work left to do. The refit for the other star drive had to be started, minor hiccups in ship's systems repaired, not to mention the horrendous mess the alien made of the communication equipment. But Minnesota wanted to take a few minutes to rest and be thankful for al
