"Can you walk?" Joat asked anxiously.
"You're really here," he said and touched her face gently.
"Can you walk?" she repeated.
"Anything you can do I can do better," he quipped.
"If I'd known you were going to take that attitude I wouldn't have come," she grumbled.
He leaned forward.
"Give me a kiss, Joat, and I'll follow you anywhere."
Joat frowned and glanced at Joseph who nodded impatiently. She kissed Bros's lips gently, then smiled. Like you'd have stayed with Belazir if I'd said no. Bros, you've got style even when you're nuts with pain and fatigue.
"C'mon," she said.
They retraced their steps; Joat let the signal disrupting transmitter/receivers trickle from her pockets in their wake; Bros was stumbling forward in defiance of gravity, Joseph hovering nervously behind, ready to catch him if he fell.
When they reached the locker room Joat broke into the locker next to Kraig's with Sperin's lock pick and pulled out the suit it contained.
Then, she and Joseph stripped Bros of the mercenary uniform and shoved him into it without regard to his wounds.
Forgive me, Bros, Joat thought, there's no time to go easy on you.
She and Joseph hurried into their own suits, hearts pounding, waiting for an alarm klaxon to sound, waiting for discovery.
They sealed and checked each other's helmets and then marched out onto the flight deck, towards one of the green lighted fighters; fueled and ready for takeoff.
Joat boarded first and Joseph boosted Bros into her waiting arms. Between the two of them, they wrestled him into his seat, got him connected to life support and strapped down.
There were codes for taking a fighter out as well as in and Joat inserted the datahedron they'd made for it into its slot. Then she powered up and began rolling the big machine out of fine. Ghu, but I've got to pee. And she hated doing that with the catheters in. They hurt, and they always leaked a little. The universe was unfair to females.
Kraig's voice responded appropriately to every code and query until, at last, they were given permission to launch. And if there were any questions as to why someone who had just returned from a very long mission was going out again, they went unasked.
And that's the downside of disciplining the initiative right out of your troops, Joat thought with glee.
They launched and she keyed in a course that would lead them to Seg's Clenst facility. When she felt they'd traveled far enough, Joat brought out the control board for the signal jammer and turned it on. Communications chaos blossomed all around them.
"It works!" Joat shouted. "I can't believe this, we're out! No one's following, no one's shooting, this is incredible." She wanted to dance and hug Sperin and hear Simeon tell her how smart she was. "We're going to make it! Prepare to go hyper!"
A high-energy particle beam flashed across their bow, causing their face-plates to darken.
"What the…" Joat said. She killed velocity and backed frantically until she could at least see who was firing on her.
A sleek, bright-yellow fighter with red markings hove into view and lined up to fire on them again.
"That is the symbol of the Yoered Family," Joseph said in astonishment.
Joat brought their fighter to a halt and dove, just as the Family fighter fired again. She grabbed the control board for the signal disrupter and hit the off control. Nothing happened.
"Fardles!" she snarled. "I can't turn it off."
"What?" Joseph asked.
"The signal disrupter. It's not receiving my signal to turn off. Apparently it's disrupting that too."
"You are joking!" Joseph said in disbelief. "This is not funny, Joat. Turn the cursed thing off!"
"It's just a prototype, Joe. It's never been used before. There are bound to be problems."
"We're being fired on by our allies because of one of your famous gadgets, Joat? Is that what I'm hearing here?" Bros asked.
"Yeah," she growled.
Bros started to laugh.
"It's not funny, Sperin."
"Truly, it is not," agreed Joseph.
"Now I'm sure this is really happening," Bros said. "I don't have this kind of an imagination."
"We've got to go back," Joat said.
The ship rocked as the Family fighter hit one of their fins with its beam.
Joat spun the ship 'round and ran flat out for the Dreadful Bride.
"I don't believe this!" she said. "I don't believe that Belazir t'Marid is my only hope of survival."
"He will kill us," Joseph predicted grimly.
"But not right away," Bros assured them.
Joat didn't deign to answer either of them.
The Family fighter hit one of their attitude-adjustment coils and the little craft tumbled helplessly for an agonizing minute before the gyroscopic system righted their ship. At that it probably saved our lives.
The sensors were showing multimegatonne explosions in a rapidly expanding pattern.
Joat gasped. "Well, that kills one option. I was hoping to linger outside the Bride for as long as possible and maybe escape in the excitement. But the Family has put paid-in-full to that idea, now hasn't it?"
"Joat, wait!" Joseph snapped. "If they cannot hear you they will not have the hangar doors open."
"For cryin' out loud, Joe. They can't hear us, but they can see. If they don't open the doors we're going to smash into them. They're not going to let that happen. Trust me."
"Trust… you?"
It's probably hard for him to talk with his heart in his mouth like that, Joat thought, as she aimed the fighter at the stubbornly shut hangar doors. I know that's where mine is.
"Pull up, Joat," Bros suggested tensely.
"Pull UP!" Joseph seconded at top volume.
"I can't steer," she said. "I'm hoping they can see that."
Just when she'd begun to give up hope, the huge doors began to move. She throttled back, trying to give them time to widen and flitted through the narrow gap with just meters to spare.
Two tears of relief rolled down her cheeks and she made a strange sound, half-laugh half-sob. Her male companions cursed imaginatively, particularly Joseph.
"Daughter of a mangy, limbless goatherd and a ruptured swine!" he shouted. "You little spawn of Shaithen! Don't you ever frighten me like that again."
She laughed outright.
"Blame the Family, buddy. Or Bros here, or Amos for that matter. None of this is my doing. I'm just reacting here and doing the best I can." She unstrapped herself from her seat. "People are going to be running around crazy out there. My advice is to run around with them until we can find a safe place to lie low."
"And then?" Bros asked dubiously.
"Hope the Family wins. But doesn't total the Bride while we're on it. And if they don't, try plan A again." She shrugged. "Woulda worked this time if the timing had been just a little better."
"I don't want to spoil your plans, Joat," Bros spoke carefully to avoid slurring his words, "but I'm not up to much running around."
"I know," she said, releasing his restraints. She pursed her lips. "Maybe we could stuff you into Kraig's locker."
He glared at her.
"I'm not that far gone," he said between clenched teeth.
"Be reasonable. It's nearby and I'm positive no one will look for you there."
"I'll keep up," he snarled.
Joat glanced over at Joseph, who shrugged.
"Suit yourself," she said briskly. "It's your funeral."
They descended from the fighter to a welcoming committee of battle-armored Kolnari and black-suited mercenaries.