close on a screen - it shows nothing but swirling clouds of orange dust.
roby is the sole occupant of the bridge. he is huddled over his console, smoking a cigarette and watching three moving blips on a screen.
roby is listening intently to the dialogue from the helmet radios.
broussard is alone in the control room when standard and roby arrive.
roby and hunter are present. they are listening to standard's voice on
faust comes trotting up the steps, a questioning look on his face.
roby and hunter.
they are all at their posts.
on the screens, nothing but clouds. then, another tremor shudders through the ship. the men no longer speak; their expressions are grim, set, and sweating; they are watching their instruments. periodically they mutter technical instructions to each other.