Timesnatched

Starbourne rose slowly from the hangar floor and lifted majestically like a great, bronze bird. With Eli at the captain's helm, she headed due north toward Polaris and onward where the grand curvature of the earth lay in glory against the black velvet of space. The Time Extrication System is in the hands of a scrapper army in the bowels of New York City. Pole Star is in shambles. Southern Cross is no longer an option. Intergalactic Starship Starbourne is the next hope.