that will override it, but by diverting all of our power to it at the last second it shows a decent chance of not being smeared against the floor. That much power will require the overrides be thrown though, and the inertial suppressor will be destroyed by the overload.”
“ What kind of chances?”
Kira felt her heart leap in her chest. By asking that question she knew he was considering it. “Better than one in three, Sir. If the timing is right on everything.”
“ Then what? The Mule’s not that kind of boat. This ship is rated at forty thousand tons, and we’re carrying another eight thousand in cargo. If we survive a splash-down then we’ll sit on the bottom and watch the water come pouring in.”
“ Sir, the course I’ve plotted maximizes our thrusters to put us at an angle. We’ll definitely hit and hit hard, but we should come to a rest near a shore. Hopefully not too deep so we can get out. Maybe even try to modify one of the mining surveyors to help us get out of here and to shore.”
“ You’re crazy,” Sharp growled.
“ Yes, Sir,” Kira admitted with a nod. “Crazy and not ready to die, Sir.”
“ You got anything better?” Sharp turned, addressing the others that were gathered on the bridge. Nobody spoke, though Tarn was fidgeting. The Captain swore then shook his head. “I’ll think about it. Until then, come up with something better!”
Sharp left the bridge. Eric sent Jeff off to check on the engines. Tarn hunched over his station, ignoring the rest of them. Kira looked on until Eric let out a pent up breath and turned to her. “You really think this is going to work?”
She reached out from where she sat and took his hand in hers. “It’s this or we drift through space forever. The odds of us coming close to another system are long, and even worse that it happens before we run out of time.”
“ We could go into a cold sleep again,” Eric said with a shudder.
Kira shook her head. “We could, but we’d need a few weeks of getting ourselves to full health or we probably wouldn’t survive it. Our food will only last so long.”
“ The ship’s got recycling systems.”
Kira knew her sour expression conveyed her thoughts of eating anything recycled. Eric nodded in agreement. “Yeah, as if the powders aren’t bad enough some days. Okay, so what are our odds?”
“ Depends on how the ship can handle the stress and how good our engineer is,” she smiled at him. “I think we’ve got the best engineer to be found outside of the Core worlds, so I’m feeling pretty good about it.”
Eric frowned. “Best engineer outside of the Rim worlds, maybe, but that’s because I may be one of the only ones dumb or unlucky enough to be out here.”
Kira squeezed his hand. “Stop that. I’m learning a lot about myself these days and it turns out I’m a lot tougher and a lot more capable than I ever thought I was. I know you are too.”
Eric chuckled. “You’re a special case.”
She shrugged it off. “The computer gives us about a one in ten chance of survival.”
“ Ten percent!” Eric hissed. They both turned to Tarn but he seemed to engrossed in whatever he was doing at his station to notice them. “You told the Captain-“
“ One in ten is if the computer handles everything and we just enjoy the ride,” Kira said. “Autopilot on the way in and everything. With me flying and you controlling the power our odds are better.”
“ From one in ten to one in three?” His expression showed his skepticism.
“ Yes, the computer can’t override safety limits.”
Eric snorted. “For good reasons!”
“ The Mule’s never going to fly again,” Kira said in an even lower voice. She glanced around, feeling as though she was talking about the ship behind its back. “We just need the hull to remain sealed, the thrusters to be operational until we’re out of fuel, and the inertial suppressor to work for one last kick. We can overload them when we need them to increase our odds. If it breaks them, oh well, we won’t be needing them anymore.”
Eric winced but said nothing in response. Finally he nodded, then glanced at Tarn again. “So we’ll be stranded on an undiscovered planet that your sensors indicate supports life. Is there any life already on it?”
Kira’s hopeful smile faded. “Some. I mean there’s oxygen, water, nitrogen, carbon, and other elements that result from living creatures. I can’t pick up any evidence of electronic emissions or man-made elements.”
“ Sounds too good to be true.”
Kira nodded. “But it beats the alternative.”
Eric sighed. “Okay, guess it’s this or nothing. I’ll see about rigging up the necessary overrides so I can run them remotely, rather than being stuck in the engine control room.”
Kira shook her head. “We need the opposite.”
“The opposite?”
“ Well, I assume. We need to all be in the safest place in the ship in case something happens in spite of all our plans.”
Eric snapped his fingers. “Brilliant!” He hissed. “If I reduce the coverage area of the inertial suppression field I can increase the power of it far more effectively than covering the entire ship!”
Kira grinned and kissed his hand. “I think I can handle being stuck on a remote tropical world with you.”
“ It’s tropical?”
Kira grinned. “Heat and moisture readings show tropical climates for most of it, with temperate zones near the poles. Just think of it as a vacation.”
Chapter 16
A herd of six creatures large enough to rout an elephant was startled into a stampede by a crackling thunder overhead. A flash lit the sky brighter even than the sun, beginning with red and yellow flames until a darker shape emerged from it, streaking towards the ground below. Smaller fires burst free from it, giving proof to the unstable nature of the alien object.
The largest piece slammed just off a recently abandoned shore, flash vaporizing the first water that came in direct contact with the superheated metal and sending a the rest away in a surge that spread in all directions with the force of a tidal wave. Beating the tidal wave to the shore was the tremor as the Rented Mule slammed into the bedrock of the ocean.
Creatures throughout the nearby forest howled and screeched, unprepared for the sudden tremors that threatened their footing and trembled the trees. A moment later an unnatural quiet returned to the jungle. Birds had taken flight, but the animals that remained stared around in confusion. Some even dared to emerge from the edge of the jungle to the sandy beach and study the smoky trail through the sky that led to a growing wall of water. When the wave crested and broke against the beach the uncomprehending creatures were swept away with the sand, water, and trees of the forest.
The water slowly returned to the ocean or remained trapped in puddles and ponds. Small waves lapped at the shore, another unnatural stillness. Cleared of any indigenous life forms, the machine that broke through the surface of the water several minutes later was greeted by nothing but silence. Water crested around it until it began to climb out of the water and onto the beach on wheels covered in metal treads. With less than a dozen feet to go the treads bogged down in the soft sand and jammed up.
After a few minutes of attempting to rock the vehicle back and forth to free it, the wheels proved too jammed with sand and mud to move. A hatch opened on the side, hissing as internal and external pressures equalized. Tarn stepped out, plasma rifle in hand and a bandage across his head and leg. He climbed across the hull of the tracked mining vehicle and lowered himself carefully into the water. It was waist high on him, allowing him to wade forward slowly, his rifle held at the ready.
Captain Sharp followed, bandages around his midsection and bloodstains covering much of his clothing. Kira and Jeff came next, supporting Eric between them. The extensive bandages on the engineer gave proof to where much of the blood on Sharp’s clothing had come from.
They waded ashore, on their own or with the support of others, and all but collapsed on the beach. Eric
