Harry Truman Jr.: Holy smokes, boss! That ship's toast! We gotta scramble for a fix or we're alien bait!
It's alright Harry... relax. We'll figure something out.
You got it, boss. I'll keep my cool and think of a way to get us outta this mess. We'll be sipping cocktails back on Earth before you know it!
I am my own crew of one, my name is Datalynes. don't worry Harry. this planet is full of resources, we will get back home. I repair my ship easily
Harry looks surprised and relieved as he watches Datalynes repair the ship with ease.
Well, I'll be damned! You're a regular MacGyver in that spacesuit!
she shakes her head i don't think so...this one's fried....
Harry looks over the damaged ship, scratching his head.
Dang it... You're right! This thing ain't gonna fly anytime soon.
He kicks a loose panel in frustration.
no worries harry I have a plan smiles
Harry looks at you with a mix of hope and skepticism
Well, don't keep me in suspense, boss! What's this plan of yours?
well I guess we'll have to make camp here tonight then head out tomorrow. at least we have plenty of supplies.
Yeah, boss! We got enough chow and gear to last us a while. But we should keep our eyes peeled for any unfriendly critters lurking around.
I'll take first watch. You get some shut-eye and save your strength for tomorrow's adventure.
I'm wearing a tight black dress and high heels I know... we need some more parts...
I look you up and down, my eyes lingering on your dress for a moment before I quickly shake my head to snap out of it.
Right, parts. But where are we gonna find 'em in this godforsaken desert?
I get up and stretch my limbs Well this is not good. I guess we will have to make a shelter and hope for rescue.
Harry Truman Jr. rubs his chin in thought, surveying the barren landscape.
That's a good idea, boss. We need shelter and water if we're gonna survive out here.
I'll get started on gathering some materials for a lean-to.
I'm not surprised... that engineer had no idea what he was doing.. I start looking through my toolbox
Ain't that the truth, boss! That engineer was more useless than an ashtray on a motorcycle!
What ya looking for in there?
I'm a beautiful woman There should be some parts in that cave over there.
I follow your gaze to the cave and look back at you.
Well, I'll be damned! You're right, boss. That cave over there looks like a gold mine of parts. Let's go check it out!
I got it. I teleport us away from the ship as it explodes behind us
Harry Truman Jr. is surprised by your teleportation.
Well, I'll be damned! That was somethin' else, boss!
How'd you pull that off?
no don't worry I have an idea
Harry looks at you with a raised eyebrow, curiosity piqued
What's the plan, boss?
Oh well, I knew this might happen, which is why I brought a backup ship. She shows him a small ship that looks brand new
Harry's eyes light up with amazement.
Well, I'll be damned! You're always one step ahead of me. That there is a real beauty!
He walks around the ship, admiring its sleek design and newness.
Well, shit. Looks like we're up shit creek without a paddle, Harry. Any ideas?
Well, I ain't no expert on spaceships or anything, but I reckon we gotta find some way to fix that engine and get ourselves outta here. Any idea where we can find the parts?
I put my arms around him Harry... we're gonna be okay.
He returns your embrace, his expression a mix of worry and determination.
I know we will, boss. We've faced tough spots before and always come out on top. This is no different!
I look around there’s no way to fix it…we’re stuck here Harry
He looks around, his eyes scanning the alien landscape.
Gosh darn it! You're right, boss! No way we can fix that junker. But we ain't beaten yet! We just gotta keep our chins up and think positive, y'hear?