“Shit!” the lieutenant screamed. “Mendez! Nash! Get ready! I’m tossin’ flash-bangs in five!
Jessica and Enrique took up positions across the corridor from the hatch, ready to push against the opposite wall to propel themselves through the hatchway and into the room. A moment later, the lieutenant tossed a flash-bang grenade into the defended compartment. The grenade flashed silently on the other side of the wall, lighting up the corridor for a brief moment. Enrique launched himself off the wall, flying across the weightless hallway and into the next room. As he flew across the threshold, the artificial gravity in the compartment pulled him down harder than expected, knocking his weapon from his hand.
More blasts of blue-white light sprayed across the room, one grazing his left thigh.
Jessica had launched herself only a moment later, flying deeper into the compartment and landing just past Enrique, spraying fire in the direction of the enemy. The lieutenant jumped through the hatchway next, landing on his feet and scurrying along the wall toward the now silent enemy. He moved swiftly around the console and found the enemy lying on the floor, bullet wounds riddling his torso and face.
“Clear!” the lieutenant announced.
Jessica scrambled back to Enrique, quickly pulling out an emergency wound dressing.
“What the fuck is wrong with you, dropping your weapon like that!” she scolded. “You weren’t supposed to get shot, dumbass!”
“Sorry, Jess,” he apologized, wincing through the pain. “I didn’t know you cared.”
“I don’t,” she corrected, as she applied the bandage. “I just don’t wanna have to break in a new dumbass,” she added with a grin.
“How is he?” the lieutenant inquired from behind the console.
“He’ll live!” Jessica responded. “Lucky for you these suits are compartmentalized. Otherwise you would’ve decompressed and you’d be dead by now.”
She quickly wrapped over the top of the bandage with a sealing wrap, and then pressed some buttons on his wrist mounted suit control to re-pressurize the damaged section of his suit. “You lost a lot of your air through that hole. You’d better head back now.”
Jessica helped Enrique to his feet and got him through the hatchway back into the corridor where he could float in zero-gravity. “Use your suit jets and haul ass back to the ship!” She gave him a shove down the corridor to get him on his way. A second later his maneuvering jets fired and he picked up speed and finally disappeared around the corner.
Jessica leaned back into the engineering compartment and made her way over to the lieutenant. He was pushing buttons and looking at displays, trying to figure out what was going on.
“Shit! This is all in Jung!” he complained, obviously frustrated. “Do you read Jung?”
“Nobody reads Jung, LT!” she defended. “Hell, I didn’t even know they had their own language!”
There were several indicators on a section of the console that looked like it controlled the antimatter reactor. They were blinking red and their indicators were rising.
“I don’t like this,” Jessica grumbled. “Is that what I think it is?”
“Yeah, I think so.”
“Captain, I’m not picking up any bio-signals from Alpha team,” the XO reported, “and there’s no more comm-chatter.”
“Aurora, Bravo Leader! We’ve got a problem!”
“Go ahead, Bravo,” the commander answered. As the acting tactical officer, it was his job to manage the boarding action.
“Aurora, it looks like they’ve initiated an overload of their antimatter reactor! I’m not sure! It’s all in Jung! But I’m pretty sure it’s gonna blow in 5 minutes!”
“Pull them out, now!” the captain ordered.
“Bravo, fall back! Repeat! Fall back! Return to the ship!”
“Copy that!”
“How long will it take us to get to minimum safe distance at full thrust?” the captain demanded.
Cameron punched in a string of calculations at lightning speed. “Estimate eight minutes, sir.”
“What are you doing?” Jessica said. “You heard him, we’ve gotta go!”
“I think I can buy you some time!” the lieutenant explained. “When I press this button, it makes the temp on the reactor drop a few degrees! It won’t stop it, but I might be able to buy the Aurora a few more minutes to get clear.”
“Are you crazy? You’ll be vaporized!”
“At least I won’t feel anything,” he joked.
She looked at him through his visor, the fear evident on his face as he repeatedly pressed the button in a losing battle to delay the inevitable.
“Move it, Ensign!” he ordered.
“LT!”
“Look, it may not be enough even if I do stay!” He looked at her sternly. “Go Jess, please?” he begged.
She took a hesitant step backwards, paused, and snapped a salute before turning and running, diving head first through hatchway and into the weightless corridor where her momentum carried her rapidly down the hall.
“How much longer until we can get outta here?” the captain asked.
“Two of them are on the transfer line now,” the commander answered. “But one of them is still in the engineering compartment.
“What the hell? Get him out of there!”
“Bravo Leader! You’ve got one still on board! Sit Rep!” the commander ordered. A moment passed before the XO repeated the hail. “Bravo Leader, Aurora! Do you copy!”
“Aurora! Ensign Nash! The lieutenant has probably switched off his comm-set!”
Nathan turned his head suddenly, realizing that it was Jessica out there. It wasn’t that he had any particular emotional attachment to her, at least not the he was consciously aware of. But he actually knew someone who was out there, putting their life on the line right now, and that sensation was new to him.
“Nash, Aurora! Explain!” the commander ordered
“He stayed behind! He’s manually stalling the overload! He’s trying to buy us a few more minutes! He probably went dark so we couldn’t talk him out of it!”
Commander Montero looked at the captain, who had a blank look in his eyes. This new crew might be fresh out of the academy and inexperienced, but they were not lacking in courage.
“Understood,” the commander transmitted solemnly. “ETA to Aurora?”
“Two minutes, Sir!”
“Copy.”
Jessica continued pulling herself along the cable, hand over hand, as she made her way back to the ship. She was nearly halfway there when she looked up and saw Enrique settling in on the Aurora’s landing apron next to the base of the transfer line.
“Shake a leg, Jess!” he called over the comm-set. “We ain’t got all day, you know!”
“Quit your bitchin’ I’m coming!”
Suddenly, Enrique’s eye widened as he noticed movement on the surface of the Jung ship.
“Jess! One of the turrets!”
“Captain!” the sensor officer called out. “The Jung ship, Sir! She’s got one of her gun turrets back online!”
“What? I thought she had no power?” the captain barked.
“I don’t know how sir, but she’s got a turret swinging over to take aim at the landing apron,” the sensor officer explained urgently. “More turrets coming online as well! Two, Three, Four…, they’re all coming to life!”
Rail gun rounds flew all around Jessica as she rapidly ascended the transfer line, pulling herself towards the ship as fast as her hands could move. Out of the corner of her visor she could see multiple flashes as more of the Jung cannons began to open fire on the Aurora, sending chunks of the hull flying in all directions.
“Oh shit!” she exclaimed.
A split second later, the Aurora’s cannons opened up on the Jung ship. Enrique watched in awe as the upper hull of the Jung ship was torn apart by the Aurora’s rail gun fire.
“Detach the line!” she called out to Enrique. “Let’s get the fuck outta here!”