At least this time she didn’t end up soaking wet and cold and divorced ten years later. She did fall on her ass, because she’d been sitting down when she teleported. Probably a rookie error. She took a moment to make sure she still had all her arms and legs, and to silence the suit alarm – something about that transition had upset her environment suit, but it wasn’t blaring the “you are dying of radiation” or “life support systems going offline” warnings, so she didn’t worry about it. The suit was probably mad at her for covering too much distance so quickly and stopping too abruptly: that kind of motion was bad for human brains, at least when you were abiding by stodgy old standard physics.

Callie got to her feet in the darkness. She felt her body weight in a way she hadn’t since leaving the spin gravity of Meditreme Station. They really did have some kind of artificial gravity here. That technology would be worth a fortune if anyone could reproduce it. She switched her suit visor to thermal vision. That didn’t do a damn thing, because everything around her was pretty much equally cold. Night vision didn’t help, either: there was nothing much to enhance. “Ashok, do you read me? Shall? Elena?”

No answer. The station was good at shrugging off every sensor they threw at it, so it was reasonable that it should also block radio transmissions. She’d better figure out how to open the hangar door, before her people on the canoe did something loyal and stupid to try to come after her. There was no telling what the station would do if someone started cutting or shooting it.

Callie couldn’t make it far in the dark, so with some reluctance, she turned on her suit lights. They didn’t penetrate far into the gloom, but what she could see of the space matched Elena’s description: gray floors that might have been metal, and assorted struts, gantries, and other structures, all more organic-looking than they would have been on a human station: live vines grown in the shape of cranes. There were no bus-sized kaiju bug-flowers – at least, not yet.

Callie moved toward the external wall she’d teleported through, a scant few meters ahead of her, looking for a switch, but the wall was blank and gently curving. Should she go left, or right? She’d teleported from pretty much dead center, so one was as good as the other. She chose left at random and shined the light on her wrist down around waist height as she slowly walked along.