Cormac glanced at him. So that’s what his hand was. The necessity of using separate instruments on the artefact must have been annoying for him, all for the sake of a glove. Cormac swung his legs over and stood up. He took up his shirt from where he had tossed it, and pulled it on. He could see that he was now completely dismissed from Mika’s attention, and that she was totally focused on Carn. He left her to attend to him.

The drop-shafts were still out of commission, but that was not too much of a problem aboard a ship. It merely meant there was no irised field to drag him to his destination. He had to step into the shaft, where he became weightless, and shove off the inspection ladders in the direction he wanted to go. The trick, as with all weightless manoeuvring, was not to get up too much speed. Soon he stopped himself at the required level and headed for the recreation room, which had now become the centre of operations. He passed through corridors where robot welders were at work, and other areas where technicians had stripped panels away from the walls and were swearing in their own particular jargon. In some areas the gravity was somewhat changeable, which was more worrying than it being completely out. A fluctuating gravplate could quite easily smear a person across the floor. When he arrived in the recreation room he found only Thorn and Chaline. Chaline was watching a tablescreen. It showed a scene across the hull of Hubris. The ship was crawling with robots like cockroaches. Thorn was sprawled asleep on a couch, a flask lying on its side on the table next to him, with a half-full glass of Scotch next to it.

‘How are things going?’ Cormac asked Chaline.

Still watching the screen she said, ‘Seventy hours and we should be fully secure. Hubris won’t be able to go supralight until we get a new engine housing from Minostra. The ram-fields are down.’

Cormac nodded, then said, ‘I walked over some fluctuating grav out there.’

Chaline did not look round. ‘No, you didn’t. You walked over gravplates with a fluctuating power source. We had a little bit of a panic with one of the generators and had to shut it down.’

Cormac decided to ask no more concerning the damage. The list would just go on and on.

‘Hubris, what’s the situation with Dragon?’ he asked as he walked over to the catering unit.

‘Dragon is in orbit seven hundred kilometres ahead of us. There is some activity on its surface,’ the ship replied.