No one's ever tried to pass the Raza off as a home but somehow that's what it's become to the little engineer. With a little tinkering, maybe Five can make their ship into more of a home for the rest of the crew as well.

"Ow!"

Okay, maybe diverting power from the core without a dampener wasn't the smartest decision. Biting her lip in frustration, Five searched through her tools, her hand red from the burn and her back cold against the floor. She wasn't going to let a little smoke discourage her.

"Five," the Android's voice broke Five out of her concentration.

"Ah…!" Five winced as she hit her head against the panel. Damn.

"My intention was not to surprise you."

Rubbing her forehead Five pushed herself from the floor. Today is not my day. With a burnt hand and a sore head she reassured the Android that everything was fine, her own insecurities raw from her engineering mishap.

"Your presence is requested on the bridge by Two."

The Android's posture was impeccable, and the only thing that gave away her concern for the girl was the way her eyes softened.

Five frowned, gathered her tool kit, and wondered why Two didn't just try and buzz her through the intercom before following the Android towards the bridge.

Noticing her confusion the Android further explained, "The ship detected a distress beacon in a secluded part of space. Two requested we drop out of FTL to investigate."

"Why?"

"Three suggested there might be equipment for us to use. Six agreed, although quite reluctantly."

"Ha, that definitely sounds like something Three would go after. But then why does Two need my help?"

It was out of the ordinary that Two hadn't paged her. Five's fingers went to her ear only to come in contact with nothing. What is with my luck today?

"When we followed the coordinates to the location of the distress beacon there was a problem locating the source of the transmission."

Five frowned again before picking up speed because that definitely didn't make any sense. Hopefully once she was behind a console again she'd be able to get some answers.

Once on the bridge Two followed her to the console. "Where's your com, Five?"

"It must have fallen out when I was working on the engines." Five's fingers worked across the panel, eager to show off her usefulness in front of Two.

"That sounds like an excuse I would use, kiddo." Three lounged by the front of the deck, probably rechecking his bullet count.

"Why were you working-nevermind." Two turned to the map and folded her arms. "We need your help trying to decode the distress signal that's being broadcast from nowhere," Two said, eyes scanning the empty space.

"Yeah, the Android told me."

"Did she also tell you how we found you without your com?" Three said, stuffing his side arm into it's holster.

"I did not think providing such information was necessary."

"You're only saying that because it was my idea to check the core room," Three said as if he should get a gold star for participation.

"Are you implying that I purposely left out information to make you seem less competent?"

"Yes, that's exactly what I'm saying."

"Now now kids, I love all my children equally," Five said without taking her eyes off the console.

Sometimes she wondered if she was the most mature in their crew. Excluding Four, of course. But the thought was fleeting as her fingers sped up, her eyes frantically reading line after line of code.

"That's weird…"

"What?" Two rushed to the girl's side as her irritation gave way to concern.

She must have had the Android working on this before coming to get me. Which meant it would be near impossible to crack.

Five hunched forward, her eyes scanning the screen looking for an explanation. "The beacon is encrypted?"

"Hate to break it to you kiddo but that doesn't sound weird given our history."

"No, not normally," Five said, heading to the front of the bridge. "But this is strange." She hoped she'd get a different result from a different console, but no such luck. "Well, stranger at least." Five winced from her injury as she punched in more data. "It's as if someone put a triple lock on this message."

"Message? What happened to it being a distress signal?" Three asked, removing his feet from one of the consoles, intrigued.

"That's what makes it weird." Five responded, her brows furrowed and lips bitten to all hell. By the end of this she'd be able to share that gold star with Three.

"Who would keep an encrypted message in the middle of space?" Two wondered.

"I believe the better question is who would encrypt a message and then broadcast a distress signal to this location," the Android interjected, her gaze fixed on the crew before her.

"No ship, no loot, which means we don't need to be here," Three insisted.

"I think I'm starting to get it," Five said excitedly. She was so close.

"I don't like the feel of this. Something is off. Five hold off on that-"

The ship stalled, lurched forward, and went out like a light before Two could finish.