Triple J and Ghostrider flanked Schrader's XP-2000, as the ship settled on the floor of Salvage Bay 2. Once the outer doors were secured, the two pilots hopped out of their cockpits
and made their way to the damaged vessel.
Triple J looked at the ship skeptically. "She's pretty banged up", he observed. He reached out to activate the cockpit release.
"No", Ghostrider shouted, pulling his brother back forcefully, "don't touch it!"
"Why not?", Triple J asked dejectedly.
"Take a look, bro", his brother instructed, pointing out the thin layer of ice surrounding the outside of the fighter. "It's frozen. If you touch it, you'll get stuck, just like when when
you got your tongue stuck to the ice cream truck when we were kids."
Triple J didn't reply immediately, but stood sulking as he recalled the memory. "I got loose, didn't I?", he pointed out belatedly.
"Yeah", Ghostrider allowed, "when the driver took that corner too fast."
He peered closer, trying to see through the ship's windows. "Plus we don't know what'll happen if he's already frozen and we expose him to a warmer temperature."
"Yeah, I guess you're right", Triple J replied. "Still, I hope someone gets here to take over soon. I gotta use the head."
Ghostrider turned a disapproving eye on his brother. "Maybe you should try using your head once in a while", he suggested forcefully, "then I wouldn't have to keep doing it for you."
