The Odysseus was a scavenger ship, a patchwork of salvaged jump-drives and二手 life support. Elara’s job was simple: before they bolted on any new part, she’d input its specs—peak wattage, amperage on the 12V rail, capacitor aging—and the estimator would tell them if their refitted fusion core would blow a gasket or run silent.
“That’s engineer-speak for ‘the back of the ship turns into confetti.’” power supply estimator
Elara’s console beeped, flashing a single, damning red line: The Odysseus was a scavenger ship, a patchwork