“Meh,” Akaya says with the nonchalance he always uses when pushing through an injury. After all, if Sanada puts him out of commission over a stupid shoulder sprain, who’s going to put this ship back in flying shape so they can finish their mission? Priorities, he has them.

He shrugs out of the belt with more care than normal, slowly.

“I had to jettison the reserve. We might not have enough to launch.”

He’d have to make the fuel calculation based on the planet’s atmosphere and trajectory of their take-off, neither of which he can do until the computer system comes back online. Of course, they could always go look for the reserve pack - assuming it didn’t land hundreds of miles away or in the middle of an ocean or something.