Minnesota ran for the ship before it even settled to the ground. She heard Quinn shouting behind her, but ignored him as she neared the dust-cloud whooshing in around the vessel, almost blinding her. Smoke mixed with burning metal forced her to cover her mouth and nose with the collar of her shirt so she could breath. She reached the smoking hull before she knew she was there, almost impacting it in her haste. It loomed out of the dust cloud, a massive black shadow, its once-shining ...