“Surely you haven’t lost the will for Freedom?” Karapanov stood with Locke, “You can’t live in the bubble of sub-space forever,”
“We were desperate men, Commander,” Captain Vargus, “and we had not anticipated the alliance sending a ship after us, and we certainly did not expect such a drastic time-dialaton,”
“We were not sent, Captain,” Locke admitted, “We just happened upon you by chance. If we stay any longer, who knows how much time will pass. Help us! Let us help YOU !”
Vargus was near the end of his wits, “it’s the end of the line. If we do not get our hands on another batch of Oxy, we will run out within the month.”
“What? You had enough for years!” Locke said.
“When I first ordered research on the refining of Oxy, only a select few of my crew were using it. Once trapped, we started regular injections for the whole crew to help work around the clock. They almost killed each other to get to it.
“My stock pile is guarded 24/7,”
“Without it they will kill each other or themselves!” said The Doc.