“I don't know,” he whispered with a shrug.
His antics gave Alice an idea. “Lewis, patch into the service bot and hook into the computer system controlling the door. Maybe you can hack it into opening,” She communicated mentally.
Jonas forgot about the wiring and raised his rifle to cover the hallway intersection.
“Come now, we can be civilized about this. Please calm down and we'll talk things over,” Meunez called out.
“Oh, I know how you Vindyne love to sit around talking things over. My head still hurts from the last time,” Jonas called back. An armour clad black knee poked in from the left just enough for them both to see. Without thinking Jonas took aim with the rifle and fired. The damage was far more severe than he expected. The guard was sent wailing into the open, holding his half severed shin.
“Back off now or everyone here makes a mad dash for an emergency shuttle,” Alice warned. “Lewis, how is the bot doing?” She thought.
“Well! We've found some exposed wiring!”
“So the door will be open and you'll be able to pick us up?”
“There is an excellent chance.”
Alice looked to Jonas, who was still watching for anyone to poke their head or other appendages into the open. “We have a ride,” she mouthed to him, nodding at the escape shuttle.
He gave her a surprised expression. “We're getting away in that?”
“My ship will pick us up.”
Jonas grinned and nodded. “Run for it!” He whispered.
She complied.
“Hey Gabriel, give my regards to Major Hampon if you make it out of this alive. Tell him I'll be seeing him soon, real soon, ” he said before firing wildly as he ran backwards down the hallway.
By the time he got there the hatch was open and he fell inside. The door closed behind him and the small, circular shuttle launched with a sudden lurch.
“The hangar door is open! The maintenance bot is on his way back to the ship,” Lewis reported.
“Great! Forget the bot! Come pick us up, we're in a little pod!” Alice replied mentally. “Lewis is on his way, he should be here any second.”
“One hell of a rescue, I can't thank you enough,” Jonas said as he strapped himself into one of the forward seats. The carrier began to shrink in the distance and Alice smiled at Jonas. “I had no idea you were there. He tried to capture me and got a lot more than he bargained for.”
“Are you kidding?” Jonas said in disbelief.
“Nope, Gabriel has been chasing me in one way or another since I became human.”
There was a clashing sound against the hull and the airlock safety indicator turned green.
Alice unbuckled her safety belt and opened the hatch. To her relief they had docked with the Clever Dream.
They made their way to the small bridge. “Is this an Arcyn ship?” Jonas asked, looking around at the lush black and crimson interior halls.
“An Arcyn Starskipper,” Alice said, awfully proud.
“I never thought I'd see the inside of one of these. You've done well for yourself.”
“Yup, not bad for being on the run.”
“Fighters will be within firing range in twenty three seconds, but our wormhole drive is ready,” Lewis's voice reported through the bridge audio systems. “To say the ship is warmed up is an understatement.”
Alice dropped herself into the pilot's seat and looked down at her hand, still clutching the detonator. She looked at the depiction of the VCS Malice on the pilot's display.
“What range does that trigger have?” Jonas asked.
“Not much further I think,” she replied. “Lewis, set course for the Enreega system and start generating a wormhole as soon as you're ready.”
“Plotting now, we'll be ready in nine seconds.”
Alice and Jonas couldn't help but flinch as the port side of the VCS Malice exploded, sending large sections of hull in all directions. They watched for a moment before the Clever Dream opened a wormhole and left the chaos behind.
“A souvenir,” Alice grinned as she handed Jonas the detonator.
The Triton
The numbness in Ramirez's extremities was fading quickly and when he opened his eyes he took a moment to look around without moving. He was in a very comfortable medical treatment bed. The beige and green sheet over him was actually very nice, and he wasn't restrained.
The ceiling and walls were painted in a gradient of blue, green and brown from the middle of the medical center to the floor. Something had happened, whatever was in that injector had knocked him out cold. He wasn't dead, of that he was pretty sure, but he definitely wasn't in the brig. He rolled his head to the right and caught sight of Frost, who was snoring softly. “Psst! Frost!” he whispered. There was no response, but people didn't snore in stasis. “Hey Frost! You'll never see Ireland!” He whispered harshly.
Frost stirred. “G'mornin',” he grumbled, “you'll never see Mexico, you wanker.”
“Where are we?” He asked.
“Oh, right, you're just wakin' up. Th' medic here said you jammed yerself with an emergency stasis stick. Prolly saved yer life too.”
“That explains it. Where are we?”
“Medical bay of the Triton. Captain's new ship.”
“What happened?”
“Bloody resurrection, that's what. Wheeler shot him a bunch of times, then he turns his back and the Captain's on him. Healed up in just a few seconds, like he's made of miracles.”
“What do you mean, shot up?”
“We thought he was dead. He was burned right through in a couple places, point blank shot to the neck was the worst.”
“And he's alive.”
“Aye. Feels good ta be on the winnin' side.”
“What about the rest of the crew?”
“Turns out Wheeler's not a rich man. Captain bought 'em. They're getting paid twice what Regent Galactic was offerin' and that's not much. Don't know where they got these folks but they work fer peanuts. Bout three hundred credits a week.”
“That's nothing. Sounds like Regent though. What happened to you?”
“Metal in my skull got magnetized when Finn set off the Big Surprise. I was fine for a bit, got a headache later on then passed out. The Medic here figured it out and demagnetized me. Said I should stick around, get some rest and stay for observin'. I'm not arguin'.”
“So he's running the ship?”
“Yup, got the command codes from Wheeler and won't let him far out of sight. He keeps him strapped tight to a chair on the bridge.”
“I've gotta see this,” Ramirez said, sitting up.
A fair skinned, black haired woman seemed to come out of nowhere, walking straight for him. “So you're up. Lay back down please,” she instructed with a professional air.
He did as he was told and she pressed a control on a panel beside the bed. A holographic display came up above him and she looked at it intently for a moment. “Looks like that emergency stasis injection did have a compound that accelerates healing. Not as direct or fast as nanobots, but much more effective. No internal scarring, no residual organ damage or metallic residue for the body to process. Did you know what it was when you used it?”
