Anya Rupert - Sci Fi

https://theoviebooks.wordpress.com/ Stars streaked past like tear-stains across the void. The rustbucket Calypso Belle emerged from warp with a shudder, her panels groaning as if even she had second thoughts. "Systems stable," rasped Daan Merrik, the ship's engineer and designated pessimist. "Stable in the way an old man’s knees are stable before rain." Captain Ilya Vern turned away from the viewport. Her dark eyes, once sharp with hope, were dulled by years of disappointment, loss, and grit.