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Chapters (57)
  1. Cover
  2. About the Author
  3. COPYRIGHT
  4. Dedication
  5. Prologue: Filip
  6. Chapter One: Holden
  7. Chapter Two: Alex
  8. Chapter Three: Naomi
  9. Chapter Four: Amos
  10. Chapter Five: Holden
  11. Chapter Six: Alex
  12. Chapter Seven: Amos
  13. Chapter Eight: Holden
  14. Chapter Nine: Naomi
  15. Chapter Ten: Amos
  16. Chapter Eleven: Alex
  17. Chapter Twelve: Amos
  18. Chapter Thirteen: Holden
  19. Chapter Fourteen: Naomi
  20. Chapter Fifteen: Alex
  21. Chapter Sixteen: Holden
  22. Chapter Seventeen: Alex
  23. Chapter Eighteen: Holden
  24. Chapter Nineteen: Naomi
  25. Chapter Twenty: Alex
  26. Chapter Twenty-one: Naomi
  27. Chapter Twenty-two: Amos
  28. Chapter Twenty-three: Holden
  29. Chapter Twenty-four: Amos
  30. Chapter Twenty-five: Naomi
  31. Chapter Twenty-six: Amos
  32. Chapter Twenty-seven: Alex
  33. Chapter Twenty-eight: Holden
  34. Chapter Twenty-nine: Naomi
  35. Chapter Thirty: Amos
  36. Chapter Thirty-one: Alex
  37. Chapter Thirty-two: Naomi
  38. Chapter Thirty-three: Holden
  39. Chapter Thirty-five: Naomi
  40. Chapter Thirty-six: Holden
  41. Chapter Thirty-seven: Alex
  42. Chapter Thirty-eight: Amos
  43. Chapter Thirty-nine: Naomi
  44. Chapter Forty: Amos
  45. Chapter Forty-one: Naomi
  46. Chapter Forty-two: Holden
  47. Chapter Forty-three: Alex
  48. Chapter Forty-four: Naomi
  49. Chapter Forty-five: Amos
  50. Chapter Forty-six: Alex
  51. Chapter Forty-seven: Naomi
  52. Chapter Forty-eight: Holden
  53. Chapter Forty-nine: Amos
  54. Chapter Fifty: Alex
  55. Chapter Fifty-one: Naomi
  56. Epilogue: Sauveterre
  57. Acknowledgments

Even a steady one g could be unpleasant for her. The constant press of two was a slow torture. It began as a deep ache in her knees and the base of her spine, then progressed quickly to sharp pain, like a needle stuck into the joints. Naomi surveyed the Chetzemoka in stages, moving through a deck, then lying down until the pain lessened, then the next deck. Her hands and feet hurt even as the swelling subsided. Her cough didn’t get better, but it didn’t get worse.

The first disappointment was that the controls were in lockdown. She tried a few passwords – FreeNavy and Marcoisgreat and Filip – but even if she got it right, there was no reason to expect that they’d left the biometrics profiles turned off.

The lockers by the airlock hung open and empty. The three EVA suits that remained didn’t have batteries or air bottles. The emergency rations were gone. She expected the toolboxes to be gone from the machine shop, but they’d taken out the racks that held them too, the drawers from the cabinets, the LEDs from the wall lights. The crash couches were all slit open, gel and padding pooled on the deck beside them. The drug delivery system and reservoirs were gone. The only water was in the drives; ejection mass to be spit out the back of the ship. The only food was the residue in the recyclers that hadn’t been processed back into anything edible. The stink of welding rigs and burning still hung in the air, so the air recycler was probably running unfiltered.

Naomi lay on the deck, her head resting on her hands, and her eyes closed. The ship had been constructed for one use and as an insurance write-off. Its working life had begun with it being disposable, and it had been looted from there. Even the physical panels and monitors had been salvaged and carried away. As presents to Filip went, it was actually pretty crappy. The deck shook under her, the vibration of thrust setting up resonances that no system even tried to damp down. Between the high g and the vacuum damage leaking fluid into her lungs, breathing took more effort than it should have.