"Crap!" Günther Wittman cursed his luck, while speaking to himself. "What the hell should I do now? The damn thing is Kaput!" Günther tossed the hand held recording device onto a nearby work station. He pulled the pistol out of the thigh holster, checked the magazine, reinserted it in the well, slapped the bottom to insure it was seated properly and reholstered the weapon.<br/><br/>He walked through the empty corridor listing to the Engineer talk to the engine.  Günther rolled his eyes, 'whatever floats your boat, babe,' he thought to himself. He made his way to the bridge where the Captain was seated controlling the vessel's every movement. He approached the bridge or large cockpit. Whatever you want to call it, the room that controls the ship and probably every other function. Johan stood outside the door. "Care for a smoke?" Günther offered one to Johan. He took one out for himself and lit it up. "Anything going on? I should know about?"