Five minutes, after all the hours that had passed since they left the Have-It-All. That seemed like nothing. It was a total shock when Teri suddenly cried out, “Oh God. I’m hit!”
Torran said, “Where?” and Sinara, “How bad?”
“Not good. Something hit me hard, in my lower back.” Teri did not sound the same at all. “My suit sealed itself, but I have no feeling in my legs. Don’t do anything silly. I’ll still try to return with the beetleback.”
“Anything silly.” Torran was already accelerating. “Didn’t I tell you she’s crazy? You stay here.”
Sinara, all ready to race off after Torran, hesitated. The trade-offs were difficult to compute. Help Torran, and so improve the chances of recovering Teri and the beetleback? Or stay with Ben Blesh, to make sure that he remained alive long enough to reach the Have-It-All?
Torran’s voice steadied her. “Sinara, Teri and I did too good a job moving rocks. I’ll be hauling Teri and the beetleback but I don’t see a gap big enough for us all to fly through. Teri is losing consciousness. Can you work from the inside? Once we’re in, I’ll help you close the hole.”
Dragging rocks out of the way was the easy part. Much harder was looking at Teri’s chalk-white face and half-closed eyes as Torran pulled her through after him. Sinara took charge at once, moving the second body into place beside Ben Blesh. She gave the beetleback one quick glance. It was legless, one side of the scarlet head was mashed in, and the silver back was crumpled along the central line. More to the point, the creature was crippled and immobilized. That was good enough for her.
Was it worth the effort, to capture a beetleback? Well, to Teri it had been, and Torran had gone to the trouble of finishing the job.
He was at Sinara’s side. “I didn’t have time to check all the suit readings. How is she?”
“Her suit reports a problem between the third and fourth lumbar vertebrae. Her spinal column there is either cut or severely damaged. The regrowth of nerve tissue would be an easy job back on Miranda, but the robodoc on the Have-It-All was stripped out and dumped, nothing left but the bare essentials.”
“Will she live?”
“She will, if any of us do.” Sinara glanced at the time read-out in her own suit. “Survival training, Torran.” She gestured at the two bodies in front of them. “We all had it. But tell me the truth, did you ever imagine the real thing might be anything like this?”
“I didn’t, but Arabella Lund pegged it exactly. Remember what she told us? ’Survival is ninety-eight percent boredom, and two percent panic.’ How many hours to rendezvous?”
“Eighteen, if the Have-It-All is on time.”
“Will Ben and Teri be in danger of dying during that period?”
“Not according to all the signs.”
Torran blew out a long, gusty breath. “Then I say, bring on the ninety-eight percent boredom. I’m more than ready for it.”
“You don’t want to look at the beetleback?”
“To hell with the beetleback. That’s Tally’s area, not mine.” Torran moved so that he was stretched out next to Teri. “I’m done. Wake me if a rock flies in and kills me. Otherwise, I’m gone.”
Sinara could hardly believe her ears. With eighteen hours to go, and with the primitive defense of rocks around them needing constant attention, Torran Veck was proposing to go to sleep?
Her feeling of outrage lasted less than one minute. She went across to peer in through his visor, and saw that his face was as pale and drawn as Teri’s or Ben’s. She examined the suit’s report of his vital signs. He wasn’t sleeping, he was out cold. The shoulder wound that he had dismissed so casually was far worse than she had realized. The effort to bring Teri back, and the beetleback with her, had pushed Torran past the point of exhaustion.
Sinara examined, in turn and in as much detail as she could, each of her three companions. She was beginning to understand something else about survival training—something that Arabella Lund had not mentioned. You trusted your teammates to do whatever was necessary to keep you alive. And you in turn did the same for them. Whatever.
Seventeen and a half hours to go.
Sinara moved the others so that each of them would always be in her sight. Then she floated away to examine the condition of their protective shield of rocks, and began the tedious and endless task of filling in gaps as they appeared.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
Starting over
The Have-It-All had started its journey as a luxury ship. In its equipment and its fittings—even in its weapons—it served as a symbol of the best that the Orion Arm could provide. Louis Nenda had worked for many years to make it that way.
Now the ship was a stripped-down hulk, a fleshless skeleton of a vessel barely able to support the life that travelled within it. Nonetheless, Louis Nenda whistled cheerfully as he sat in the ruined control cabin of the derelict and made final adjustments before Bose node entry.
“Louis, I sense a contradiction.” Atvar H’sial was crouched a couple of meters away on the bare metal floor. “To one who sees as I do, your vocal utterances are extremely ugly. Yet your pheromones display an uncommon happiness.”
“Sure I’m happy. Who wouldn’t be? We’re goin’ home.”
“This ship is a wreck.”
“It is. But we’re not dead. As long as you’re not dead, you can start over. Also, Julian Graves says that the inter-clade council will pay to restore the ship to the way it was.”
“Do you believe that?”
“ ’Course not. They’re a bunch of idiot bureaucrats. We’ll be lucky if we can squeeze two cents out of ’em. But the other side of that is, while they’re jawing about what fine people we are, only they don’t have any money to reward us, we’ll have things easy. They won’t be tryin’ to kill us off or stick us in jail. Graves says we’ll get some kind of award. Even Archimedes, for hangin’ outside the ship without a suit an’ draggin’ in Sinara and the other survival team members. Graves says he’s amazed that Archie didn’t die doin’ it.”
“You appear less confounded.”
“Hell, it takes more than that to kill a Zardalu. Archie keeps goin’ on about how he’s afraid I’ll disembowel him, but if I did it wouldn’t do him in. He’d just go ahead an’ grow another set of guts. Graves doesn’t know any of that, though, so Archie’s up for an award along with the rest of us.”
“Do not trust Ethical Councilors bearing gifts.”
“At, you’re gettin’ cynical. It don’t become you.” They had passed through the node, and Nenda stared with satisfaction at the view on his one remaining display. It revealed an almost total absence of stars. The ship was floating in the empty spaces of the Gulf. “We have a few hours to spare before the next node entry. Want to go hear what E.C. Tally has to offer? He’s been workin’ non-stop with the damaged beetleback, an’ Hans Rebka says there’ll be somethin’ worth hearin’.”
“It was always my impression that you disliked and distrusted Captain Rebka.”
“I do. But I never said he was an idiot. If what Tally has found out is good enough to interest Rebka, it’s probably worth a listen.”
“Do I detect admiration for Hans Rebka?”
“No.”
“Respect, then, which is separated from admiration by a thin olfactory boundary?”
“At, stop playin’ pheromonal word games. Let’s go.”
Nenda led the way along the ravaged upper corridor of the ship. Without circulation or temperature control equipment, the air was stale, hot, and humid. At the doorless entrance of the conference room, Louis paused and sniffed. Everyone on board was packed into the chamber. This was the way that hard-worked crew members should be. Sweaty, and smelly, and with clothes that could not be changed or washed for another couple of weeks.