Spaceships and Magic, What Could Possibly Go Wrong? Chapter 150: Damage

The cockpit of the ship was still filling up with acrid black smoke, and to make matters worse we couldn't see out of the front because of all of the dirt that had suddenly been scraped up onto the viewscreens.

"We need To get out of here," I said, making a move to get up from the seat that Yr'Arl had levitated into.

But as I put my hand down onto the armrest to give myself so leverage I ended up crushing it right underneath my palm. It crumpled up like a can of soda underneath a heavy boot, completely flattened.

Subrsing myself in my own manna stream seed to have made my struggles with power control even worse.

BB snapped, his voice was weak and wobbly. Honestly, he sounded like he had so kind of a hangover.

That honestly made a lot of sense and made feel a bit better about being on a world instead of a ship.

Now we just had to figure out what world we were on.