Javier’s POV

Still disoriented from the incredibly rough landing, Mads and I climbed the steps into the main cabin area of the ship. Debris was hanging from the rafters. Metal paneling was torn up and scattered across the couches. The cabinets in the kitchen were entirely broken off and crumbled on the ground.

There was a massive fissure through the ship so deep I could look up and see a blue sky from where we landed. Damn.

The ship looked like shit. ...