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scratch me, but her blows glance off my armor as if they were water.
“Calm down, female.” I grab both of her arms. She stills immediately, and I sense her fear. “Or I’ll have you restrained.” I try to soften my tone. “We aren’t going to hurt her. She’s injured and I can help her.”
“Why would you want to help her?”
“You ask too many questions, Human. Get out of the way.” I hold her back as Zyara passes with Abbey on the stretcher. Still the small woman struggles, even though she knows she’s no match for me.
I’ve come to the conclusion that all Human females are crazy.
“Don’t you tell me to get out of the way,” she snarls. “That’s my friend. You at least owe me an explanation.”
“No, I don’t.” I glance at her uniform, which is stained with grease. “You’re a mechanic?”
“What’s it to you?” Her dark eyes are full of hostility.
“How long until the hull repairs are complete?”
She shakes her head in disbelief. “I’m not telling you anything until you tell me what you’re planning to do with Abbey.”
“I’m taking her to my planet for treatment.”
“Why can’t you just take her to Earth?”
“We will be traveling on emergency oxygen. Through a wormhole. There isn’t enough to sustain a detour to Earth and get us back in a single trip.” Not to mention there’s no way I’m landing on a planet full of potential hostiles without the Kordolian Fleet to back me up. I release the mechanic’s wrists once she stops resisting. She makes a face and rubs them. “Again I’ll ask. How long until the hull is serviceable?”
“You’re really taking her to your planet? Won’t she be in danger? You people aren’t the most welcoming bunch, from what I’ve heard.”
I glare at her. “They won’t try anything. Not if she’s with me.”
“How can I trust you?”
I start to grow impatient. “Human, the longer you waste time here, the longer it will be until your friend receives treatment. Answer my question or get out of the way.”
She looks at me for a moment, as if weighing up whether she can trust me. I don’t really care. If she won’t give me the information I need, I’ll find another Human. One with sense.
Eventually, she pushes her hands into her pockets and sighs. “We’ve got one more patch to do, then she’ll be serviceable. Obviously, you’ll want to do permanent repairs when you get her back to your planet. But she’ll be good for at least ten revolutions.” She narrows her eyes. “You better take care of her, General. Or I’ll be coming after you.”
It’s an idle threat, but I have to admire her loyalty to her friend. “She’s my responsibility now, Mechanic. And I don’t take my responsibilities lightly.”
Abbey
I must have been out for some time. Stuff must have happened. Because when I come to, I’m floating.
“What the?” I try to yell, but my voice comes out as a hollow echo. I can instantly see why, and I squirm, my arms flailing about in the water.
I’m floating. I’m in a tank of sorts, with lines and monitors hooked up to me. It’s cold. That’s the first thing I notice. It’s freezing, and the chill seeps right through me. I’m suspended and trussed up like an experimental guinea pig in a lab.
Over my face is a sleek, clear helmet, supplying fresh air and allowing me to see.
“Ahh.” I let out a strangled whimper, a sound of shock. What the hell have these Kordolians done to me?
My legs are all wrapped up in some kind of clear flexible outer coating. The pain’s gone, and I can move them very slightly. But I don’t dare. If my memory’s correct, they’re smashed to bits.
Is this the part where the doctor comes and tells me I won’t walk unless I get prosthetic legs? The waiting list for a pair of decent cybernetic legs is years, unless one can find a very generous donor.
The icy liquid surrounding me isn’t water, like I first thought. It’s a bit more viscous, and it has a bluish
“Calm down, female.” I grab both of her arms. She stills immediately, and I sense her fear. “Or I’ll have you restrained.” I try to soften my tone. “We aren’t going to hurt her. She’s injured and I can help her.”
“Why would you want to help her?”
“You ask too many questions, Human. Get out of the way.” I hold her back as Zyara passes with Abbey on the stretcher. Still the small woman struggles, even though she knows she’s no match for me.
I’ve come to the conclusion that all Human females are crazy.
“Don’t you tell me to get out of the way,” she snarls. “That’s my friend. You at least owe me an explanation.”
“No, I don’t.” I glance at her uniform, which is stained with grease. “You’re a mechanic?”
“What’s it to you?” Her dark eyes are full of hostility.
“How long until the hull repairs are complete?”
She shakes her head in disbelief. “I’m not telling you anything until you tell me what you’re planning to do with Abbey.”
“I’m taking her to my planet for treatment.”
“Why can’t you just take her to Earth?”
“We will be traveling on emergency oxygen. Through a wormhole. There isn’t enough to sustain a detour to Earth and get us back in a single trip.” Not to mention there’s no way I’m landing on a planet full of potential hostiles without the Kordolian Fleet to back me up. I release the mechanic’s wrists once she stops resisting. She makes a face and rubs them. “Again I’ll ask. How long until the hull is serviceable?”
“You’re really taking her to your planet? Won’t she be in danger? You people aren’t the most welcoming bunch, from what I’ve heard.”
I glare at her. “They won’t try anything. Not if she’s with me.”
“How can I trust you?”
I start to grow impatient. “Human, the longer you waste time here, the longer it will be until your friend receives treatment. Answer my question or get out of the way.”
She looks at me for a moment, as if weighing up whether she can trust me. I don’t really care. If she won’t give me the information I need, I’ll find another Human. One with sense.
Eventually, she pushes her hands into her pockets and sighs. “We’ve got one more patch to do, then she’ll be serviceable. Obviously, you’ll want to do permanent repairs when you get her back to your planet. But she’ll be good for at least ten revolutions.” She narrows her eyes. “You better take care of her, General. Or I’ll be coming after you.”
It’s an idle threat, but I have to admire her loyalty to her friend. “She’s my responsibility now, Mechanic. And I don’t take my responsibilities lightly.”
Abbey
I must have been out for some time. Stuff must have happened. Because when I come to, I’m floating.
“What the?” I try to yell, but my voice comes out as a hollow echo. I can instantly see why, and I squirm, my arms flailing about in the water.
I’m floating. I’m in a tank of sorts, with lines and monitors hooked up to me. It’s cold. That’s the first thing I notice. It’s freezing, and the chill seeps right through me. I’m suspended and trussed up like an experimental guinea pig in a lab.
Over my face is a sleek, clear helmet, supplying fresh air and allowing me to see.
“Ahh.” I let out a strangled whimper, a sound of shock. What the hell have these Kordolians done to me?
My legs are all wrapped up in some kind of clear flexible outer coating. The pain’s gone, and I can move them very slightly. But I don’t dare. If my memory’s correct, they’re smashed to bits.
Is this the part where the doctor comes and tells me I won’t walk unless I get prosthetic legs? The waiting list for a pair of decent cybernetic legs is years, unless one can find a very generous donor.
The icy liquid surrounding me isn’t water, like I first thought. It’s a bit more viscous, and it has a bluish
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