Ragnarock and roll.

The ship is patched up, not nearly as good as you'd like to go home but clearly good enough that you couldn't delay the rescue further.

You left the commands to the triplets after they worked on simulation for hours.

They were better pilots than you and manned the different station in perfect harmony, they worked as one coordinated without a word with skill and lightning fast reflexes.

They were impressed at the capacities of your corvette, a clear upgrade from their boarding barge.

You had propulsion, power, shields, life support and even two antimissile fixed point lasers from the barge.

You were seated at the back of the bridge on a large seat recently installed, on the other side of the door Tania was seated on a twin of yours.

You needed to do this as no seat on the bridge was designed to be used in power armor.

The triplets were in flight suits, helmet on, pistols on their hips.

Tania and you were wearing massive suits of power armor, light blue for her, green tinted grey for you. On your knees were large guns with long serated bayonets.

Alice for the first time of her existence wore clothes, she slipped into a spare flightsuit found in a locker (the ship should have a crew of 5 and you were only 3 to crash on this world.) She had two pistols and carried the grenade launcher on a sling.

"Captain, all systems online and operational in the limit of what the repairs are allowing." Stated the android taking the role of interface with the ship computer. (a blessing as she was a lot more intelligent and pleasing to talk to than the standard issue AI of the ship, plus you could have sex with her.)

The ship had been moved from its crash site already and was facing away ready to launch.

"Miss Tsui-Chin you got the helm. ready to go on my mark."You said to Xian, her two sisters at her side ready to assist with maneuvers, weapons and shield modulations.

She pushed a button and music erupted on the bridge some old terran melody with drums and electric guitars.

"Launch now!" You ordered.

The music was covered by the blast of motors, the ship jumped from the beach and roared through the sky on a direct interception course to a small glistening point in orbit.