Crilock Review

The holo-panel flickered. Sess’s voice came through, but different. Warmer. “Hello again, old friend.”

“With what? My last clean pair of socks?” Kaelen leaned back, sighing. The regulator was a custom-molded piece, unique to a line of engines that had gone out of production thirty years before he was born. He’d patched it a dozen times, but each fix lasted a little less than the last. crilock

“You’re burning daylight, and coolant,” said a voice like gravel sliding down a chute. The holo-panel flickered