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Chapters (37)
  1. Dedication
  2. Chapter One
  3. Chapter Two
  4. Chapter Three
  5. Chapter Four
  6. Chapter Five
  7. Chapter Six
  8. Chapter Seven
  9. Chapter Eight
  10. Chapter Nine
  11. Chapter Ten
  12. Chapter Eleven
  13. Chapter Twelve
  14. Chapter Thirteen
  15. Chapter Fourteen
  16. Chapter Fifteen
  17. Chapter Sixteen
  18. Chapter Seventeen
  19. Chapter Eighteen
  20. Chapter Nineteen
  21. Chapter Twenty
  22. Chapter Twenty-One
  23. Chapter Twenty-Two
  24. Chapter Twenty-Three
  25. Chapter Twenty-Four
  26. Chapter Twenty-Five
  27. Chapter Twenty-Six
  28. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  29. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  30. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  31. Chapter Thirty
  32. Chapter Thirty-One
  33. Chapter Thirty-Two
  34. Chapter Thirty-Three
  35. Acknowledgments
  36. About the Author
  37. Legals

“It’s not making me feel particularly obedient. Let’s check on our survivor.” Callie patted Elena on the shoulder and then took her hand, because Elena didn’t have thermal imaging in that old suit, and might get lost in the fog. The repair drone didn’t have thermal vision either, or at least she didn’t think so, but he could track the suits. “Shall, take point? Head toward the transponder that’s farthest away.” She followed the drone through the room, the yellow-orange-red blob getting larger in her display. He – it had to be a he, and since Callie knew which one of Elena’s crew had been armed with a shotgun, she was pretty sure which he, too – wasn’t reacting to the noise at all, which wasn’t a good sign in terms of responsiveness. Shall could carry him out, if it came to that.

When they got within ten meters, the figure moved, and there was a burst of sound, barely audible in the shrieking monotony of the alien commands. Shall was in front of them, and he paused. “He just shot me,” Shall said. “I am undamaged.”

“Elena, say something reassuring,” Callie said. “Shall, rebroadcast what she says, loud, in case his suit comms aren’t working.”

“Don’t shoot!” Elena said. “Hans, it’s Elena, I’ve come to rescue you, we have a ship waiting, we can get you out!”

The flashing colors and the guttural shouting stopped just as Shall broadcast the last word, and that “OUT” echoed in the space.

The figure stirred, rose laboriously to its feet, and moved closer. Callie switched her thermal view off when the figure drew close enough for him to be visible through the fog. He emerged from the mist, still in his environment suit, his helmet on, a machine gun dangling from a strap on his chest, a shotgun in his hands, limping, moving slow. Elena pushed past Shall and embraced him, and he just stood there, mute, unmoving, unresponsive. The assault shotgun fell from his hands and landed on the ground with a thunk.

“It’s– it’s Ibn,” Elena said. “I thought it must be Hans, because of the shotgun, and because, well, if anyone was going to shoot someone–”