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Huirre moved the Heart of Stone out of concealment directly toward the fleeing ship.
Suddenly faced with another ship, the salvage operator did the unexpected and went straight up the Y-axis.
"Son of a fukking bitch!" Cho shifted forward on his seat as though the movement would bring them into alignment. Huirre had them perfectly positioned had the other ship been where it was supposed to be. It just figured that today, when it meant so much, he'd run into the one original thinker in the entire fukking salvage fleet. "Almon!"
"Captain?"
"Get the grapples into that ship!"
"It's not…"
"I know it's not! Huirre, bring the aft end around!" In spite of the inertial dampeners, his stomach lurched as Huirre flipped the Heart vertically. "Almon, do it!"
"But.."
"Now!" He was not letting this salvage operator get away. Not when he was so close to getting that armory open.
"Aye, aye, Captain. Grapples away!"
Cho watched the signals from the grapple ends close in on the smaller ship, willing them to make contact and dig in. He'd haul that CSO's ass inboard so fast it would… Contact! "Huirre!"
"Aye, Captain." Eyes locked on his own screens, Huirre worked the lateral thrusters with both hands. "Adjusting angles."
"Shit!"
"Talk to me, Almon."
"Looks like the Susumi drive's punctured!"
The silence in the control room was so complete Cho could have sworn he heard half the light receptors in Dysun's eyes snap closed. "Looks like?" he growled. "Be sure!"
"I tried to warn.."
"Cover your own ass, why don't you," Huirre muttered.
"Captain! Energy leakage." Dysun's voice had risen half an octave. "There's a puncture for sure."
A punctured Susumi drive meant they were, at best, moments away from being caught in a blast wave of Susumi energy. At worst, they'd go up with the other ship.
"Release grapples!"
"Released! But it'll take twenty-seven seconds to bring them in!"
"Huirre! Get us out of here!"
"Captain! The grapples!"
"Fuk the grapples! Let them swing!" Being smacked about by their own lines was the least of their worries. Susumi explosions twisted space. "Huirre, get us back behind that rock!" The planetoid that had hidden them earlier offered their best chance of survival; its bulk would deflect most of the Susumi wave.
Huirre burned everything they had. They were still too close.
"What the fuk is going on up there?" Krisk had bypassed the comm protocols again.
Before Cho could answer, Huirre snarled a fast sentence in Krai at the engineer, who growled back, "Not on my watch."
The Heart of Stone surged forward. Swearing, Huirre worked his board with all four extremities, fighting to maintain course while riding the unexpected burst of power. They'd just passed the planetoid's rings and were rounding the horizon when the salvage ship blew. In the 2.73 seconds it took for the blast wave to hit, Huirre managed to get most of the Heart to safety. Cho made a mental note to give him a really big gun when they got the armory open.
If they survived.
The blast hit the aft end just behind the cargo hold, flinging the Heart end over end. Huirre danced both hands and feet across his board, firing microsecond bursts on one thruster after another to keep them clear of the rings. Rock slammed into the hull. The lights flared and went out. Dysun swore and threw herself backward as her board sparked, left hand cradling her right.
Then it was over, the control room lit only by the telltales on the boards.
"Nat!"
"Aye, Cap. Checking cargo integrity."
"Fuk cargo integrity." Krisk sounded furious. "We've got two small hull breaches, and we're at half thrusters until someone gets out there and looks at the damage the right fukking grapple did."
"The hull breaches…"
"I sent Lime-boy out to do interior patches… Krisk had never bothered to learn the di'Taykan's names. "… but at least one is going to need exterior work. Easy fix. No idea about the rest until I see on real time."
"Could be worse," Huirre muttered, still working his board.
"I'm fried." Still holding one hand against her chest, Dysun danced the fingers of the other over a blank screen. "Sca
"One-handed?"
She glanced down at her hand, seemed to see the reddened curl of her fingers for the first time, and whimpered, her hair flattening tight against her skull.
"Get down to Doc. Have him fix it, then get your ass back here." Pain had shut her eyes down so far there was almost no black among the orange. Given the lack of light, he wondered how she could even see.
"The comm…"
"You think I'm fukking useless, is that it?" As her eyes darkened slightly, he dove into the guts of the operating system. Theoretically, the entire ship could be flown from the captain's board, but the defaults had to be overwritten first. Thank the Navy for making sure every idiot who joined could slap together a patch. When he looked up, she was still staring at him. "Go!"
"Captain?"
He looked up from his board to find Huirre watching him. It was too dark to see the Krai's expression. Hell, it was almost too dark, given the lack of hair, to be positive he was starring at Huirre's face. "What?"
"If we want lights back, I'd better help Krisk."
"How stable is our orbit?"
"Doesn't need watching if that's what you're asking."
Given Huirre's careful tone, Cho figured he must smell like he was fukking furious. Good call, given that he was. "Go. Tell Krisk I said you were to concentrate on the lights. If he gives you any shit, I'll deal with him."
"Aye, Captain."
They needed the sca
"I was mostly concerned with saving my own ass, Captain."
"I don't give a flying fuk what your motivation was."
He could hear Huirre grin. "Aye, Captain."
The ship's original OS had been sliced and diced when safeties had been removed and new programming added, so it took him longer than he liked to get the external comm patched through. The system was barely up and ru
Cho considered ignoring it. Didn't.
"So you're not dead," Firrg sounded disappointed. "Your salvage operator is."
Somehow, Cho managed to hold his temper. No point in starting something he couldn't finish with Dysun's board out. "We'll find another. They're like cockroaches."
"You'll find another, not me. Not my problem if you're incompetent. I did what I said I'd do, and that clears me with Big Bill. You say otherwise, I'll hunt you down and eat your liver."
It sounded more like a statement of fact than a threat.
"Good news is the armory took no damage." Nat snorted. "Of course, that's a little obvious since we're not a smoking hole in space. Marines are hard on their toys, so the Corps builds those fukkers to last." She swept her thumb over her slate and scowled down at the data. "Fact is, Cap, the cargo hold came through aces. The galley, not so much. The Susumi energy changed all of the protein strings. Won't kill us right away, but cumulative effects would be unpleasant. Doc says we should space anything with the new markers. Not even let Huirre and Krisk eat it."
"And that'll leave us with what?" Cho demanded.
She shook her head. "Not a lot. We can stay out maybe a tenday with supplements, but we're going to be hungry after a couple of days, very hungry by the end of the tenday, and sharing a ship with very hungry Krai, specially given why those two are out here-well, frankly, Cap, that doesn't appeal."