There was no gravity functioning on board, although she could tell by the design of the ship and the floating debris that the ship was equipped with artificial gravity, it just wasn’t working right now.
As they floated through the corridors, the closest thing they found to a crew were dead bodies floating about. But there were very few of them, and Jessica surmised that the sudden decompression probably sucked many of the ship’s crew out into space. That was fine with her, as it meant fewer Jungs with guns.
They were forced to use the maneuvering jets built-into their suits, as there was little to grab onto and the deck didn’t seem to have enough metal in it to use the magnets built into their boots. Jessica tried to use her hands when she could, hoping to save as much of her limited suit thrusters as possible in case she needed them later.
Luckily it had not been far from their entry point to the engineering section of the smaller ship, and a few minutes later they reached the access hatch to engineering.
“We’re taking fire!” came a voice over her comm-set. “Repeat, Alpha team is taking fire!”
Jessica looked to her team leader for orders.
“You know the rules, Nash,” he warned. “They have their job, we have ours.”
She watched as her partner placed the demo charges on the hatch, taking a safe position just around the corner. After he finished placing the charges, he moved around the corner with her before reporting.
“Charges are set LT.”
“Blow it.”
“Fire in the hole,” he announced.
There was a flash of light, but no sound since they were in a vacuum. Hundreds of pieces of metal shrapnel flew past them. After waiting a moment, Enrique peaked his head around the corner to take a look. The corridor was full of smoke, but there was light shining through the smoke which he was sure was coming from the open hatchway into Engineering.
“We’ve got a hole,” Enrique reported.
The team leader and his partner took up positions on either side of the door. They each had to keep one hand on the hatch ring in order to keep from floating freely in the zero gravity of the hallway.
The lieutenant took a small marker stick from his utility pouch and tossed it through the hatch. As it floated across the threshold, it suddenly dropped to the floor.
“There’s gravity in there,” he reported. He pulled out his fiber optic camera and carefully snaked the lens around the edge of the hatch to look inside. On the far side of the room, he could see a man in a pressure suit, frantically doing something at a control console. He couldn’t see a weapon on him.
“I’ve got one bad guy, in a pressure suit, doing something at a console on the left. I can’t tell if he’s armed.”
Suddenly, his partner stuck his weapon through the hatchway and opened fire. Immediately, two blue-white blasts of energy were fired at the hatch from inside. The first one bounced off the wall inside, but the second one came through the hatch, catching the over enthusiastic ensign in the shoulder, instantly burning a hole through his armor, suit, and shoulder. He screamed in pain as the upper half of his suit suddenly depressurized, killing him a moment later.
“Shit!” the lieutenant screamed. “Mendez! Nash! Get ready! I’m tossin’ flash-bangs in five!
Jessica and Enrique took up positions across the corridor from the hatch, ready to push against the opposite wall to propel themselves through the hatchway and into the room. A moment later, the lieutenant tossed a flash- bang grenade into the defended compartment. The grenade flashed silently on the other side of the wall, lighting up the corridor for a brief moment. Enrique launched himself off the wall, flying across the weightless hallway and into the next room. As he flew across the threshold, the artificial gravity in the compartment pulled him down harder than expected, knocking his weapon from his hand.
More blasts of blue-white light sprayed across the room, one grazing his left thigh.
Jessica had launched herself only a moment later, flying deeper into the compartment and landing just past Enrique, spraying fire in the direction of the enemy. The lieutenant jumped through the hatchway next, landing on his feet and scurrying along the wall toward the now silent enemy. He moved swiftly around the console and found the enemy lying on the floor, bullet wounds riddling his torso and face.
“Clear!” the lieutenant announced.
Jessica scrambled back to Enrique, quickly pulling out an emergency wound dressing.
“What the fuck is wrong with you, dropping your weapon like that!” she scolded. “You weren’t supposed to get shot, dumbass!”
“Sorry, Jess,” he apologized, wincing through the pain. “I didn’t know you cared.”
“I don’t,” she corrected, as she applied the bandage. “I just don’t wanna have to break in a new dumbass,” she added with a grin.
“How is he?” the lieutenant inquired from behind the console.
“He’ll live!” Jessica responded. “Lucky for you these suits are compartmentalized. Otherwise you would’ve decompressed and you’d be dead by now.”
She quickly wrapped over the top of the bandage with a sealing wrap, and then pressed some buttons on his wrist mounted suit control to re-pressurize the damaged section of his suit. “You lost a lot of your air through that hole. You’d better head back now.”
Jessica helped Enrique to his feet and got him through the hatchway back into the corridor where he could float in zero-gravity. “Use your suit jets and haul ass back to the ship!” She gave him a shove down the corridor to get him on his way. A second later his maneuvering jets fired and he picked up speed and finally disappeared around the corner.
Jessica leaned back into the engineering compartment and made her way over to the lieutenant. He was pushing buttons and looking at displays, trying to figure out what was going on.
“Shit! This is all in Jung!” he complained, obviously frustrated. “Do you read Jung?”
“Nobody reads Jung, LT!” she defended. “Hell, I didn’t even know they had their own language!”
There were several indicators on a section of the console that looked like it controlled the antimatter reactor. They were blinking red and their indicators were rising.
“I don’t like this,” Jessica grumbled. “Is that what I think it is?”
“Yeah, I think so.”
“Captain, I’m not picking up any bio-signals from Alpha team,” the XO reported, “and there’s no more comm-chatter.”
“Aurora, Bravo Leader! We’ve got a problem!”
“Go ahead, Bravo,” the commander answered. As the acting tactical officer, it was his job to manage the boarding action.
“Aurora, it looks like they’ve initiated an overload of their antimatter reactor! I’m not sure! It’s all in Jung! But I’m pretty sure it’s gonna blow in 5 minutes!”
“Pull them out, now!” the captain ordered.
“Bravo, fall back! Repeat! Fall back! Return to the ship!”
“Copy that!”
“How long will it take us to get to minimum safe distance at full thrust?” the captain demanded.
Cameron punched in a string of calculations at lightning speed. “Estimate eight minutes, sir.”
“What are you doing?” Jessica said. “You heard him, we’ve gotta go!”
“I think I can buy you some time!” the lieutenant explained. “When I press this button, it makes the temp on the reactor drop a few degrees! It won’t stop it, but I might be able to buy the Aurora a few more minutes to get clear.”
“Are you crazy? You’ll be vaporized!”
“At least I won’t feel anything,” he joked.
She looked at him through his visor, the fear evident on his face as he repeatedly pressed the button in a losing battle to delay the inevitable.
“Move it, Ensign!” he ordered.
“LT!”
“Look, it may not be enough even if I do stay!” He looked at her sternly. “Go Jess, please?” he begged.
She took a hesitant step backwards, paused, and snapped a salute before turning and running, diving head
