I heard them above, searching through the debris. They didn’t know yet that I was down in the guts of ship, pinned beneath the hyperdrive, trying to scream out for help. The casing for the hyperdrive had crushed one of my legs, the hot metal slowly cooking my ruined limb. “He-help, please,” I gasped through my bleeding lips, but I knew they couldn’t hear me yet. Galactic Search and Rescue policy d...