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me we’d get better food once the exosuits were off….”
All three men laugh. “ Everyone believes that lie. They want you to lose your hope slowly. It’s all gruel, all the time here. Better get used to it– you’re never going to win the lottery.”
* * *
W hen the second wagon is about halfway full, I figure out how to communicate directly to Felicia without the others hearing.
“It sounds like they’ll help us escape,” I say.
“Are you joking?” Felicia says. “Maybe if we can get Kain to break us out right after their monthly fuck-fest? Certainly they’re not going to go with us if their special day is coming up, the horny fuck–”
“Woah, woah,” Eli’s voice crackles on. “What’s this about Kain breaking you out?”
“Who’s Kain?” Thorsten shouts.
Damn it. I figured out how to not broadcast to everyone, but Felicia obviously did not.
“Hey, Kara,” Felicia says. “How do I set it so they can’t hear me?”
I flip my suit back to all-broadcast and say, “Please, don’t say anything to anyone–”
“Hey, look girls, we’re horny as fuck. That’s true. But we want off this rock, and if you’ve got a way out, we’re in. I mean out, I mean–”
“We wanna’ eat fucking steak!” Andreas says, voice wild. “I wanna’ fuck every night and eat steak and drink whiskey! Steak with gravy and garlic mashed potatoes! And I want red wine, too!”
“Andreas is from the habs, can’t recall which one,” Eli says. “Hedonists….”
“Kain is the new High Commander’s brother,” Thorsten says.
The men drop their pickaxes.
“For real?” Eli asks. “Shit, we really might have a chance.”
“Shit,” Andreas says. “You’ll have to wait though.”
“No,” I say. “The sooner the better.”
Andreas shoves me hard, but my exosuit steels itself and prevents me from falling.
“Those suits have kill switches,” Andreas says.
“They’ll blow us up?” Felicia asks.
“No,” Andreas says. “But they’ll shut off– lock up. Same way Kara’s suit stopped her from falling. They’ll stop you from moving. As soon as they know you’re escaping, they can just lock your suit.”
“How long until we can lose the suits?” I ask.
“On standard settings,” Eli says, “at least a month.”
Too long. Way too long.
“It can go faster?” I ask.
“Yep,” Thorsten says, reaching for my back. He fiddles with some knobs on my pack, and I suddenly feel heavier.
“Now try your pickaxe,” Thorsten says.
I raise my pickaxe to swing, but it feels as heavy as a barbarian’s sledgehammer. The downswing still shatters the rock, but I’m panting and out of breath after just one swing.
“At that setting,” Thorsten says, “you’ll probably have the suit off in under two weeks, assuming your heart doesn’t give out.”
I laugh nervously.
“For real,” Thorsten says. “Your body is already working overdrive. Your heart has to pump way harder to get your blood going in this gravity, and there’s a real risk your heart will just give out...even at your age.”
“Hey, look,” Eli says, pointing up.
Coming over one of the rocky mountains, we spot at least six ships and their blue engine flame.
“Is that normal?” I ask.
“One ship is normal,” Eli says. “Never six.”
12 Kain
I watch the lights on Darkstar as the shuttle descends. The Seraphim have already landed, and they’re waiting for me.
Thousands of half-Marauder, half-humans discontent with their human half. They want nothing more than to abandon their home system and become Marauders– to travel to a new star system to conquer and interbreed. And I’m supposed to train them. If only Adus knew what I was really up to.
Maybe he does. He certainly is withholding key information. If I knew where specifically these Seraphim were going to fight, or what they were going to fight against, I could specialize their training. But Adus has so little trust that he won’t even tell me what to
All three men laugh. “ Everyone believes that lie. They want you to lose your hope slowly. It’s all gruel, all the time here. Better get used to it– you’re never going to win the lottery.”
* * *
W hen the second wagon is about halfway full, I figure out how to communicate directly to Felicia without the others hearing.
“It sounds like they’ll help us escape,” I say.
“Are you joking?” Felicia says. “Maybe if we can get Kain to break us out right after their monthly fuck-fest? Certainly they’re not going to go with us if their special day is coming up, the horny fuck–”
“Woah, woah,” Eli’s voice crackles on. “What’s this about Kain breaking you out?”
“Who’s Kain?” Thorsten shouts.
Damn it. I figured out how to not broadcast to everyone, but Felicia obviously did not.
“Hey, Kara,” Felicia says. “How do I set it so they can’t hear me?”
I flip my suit back to all-broadcast and say, “Please, don’t say anything to anyone–”
“Hey, look girls, we’re horny as fuck. That’s true. But we want off this rock, and if you’ve got a way out, we’re in. I mean out, I mean–”
“We wanna’ eat fucking steak!” Andreas says, voice wild. “I wanna’ fuck every night and eat steak and drink whiskey! Steak with gravy and garlic mashed potatoes! And I want red wine, too!”
“Andreas is from the habs, can’t recall which one,” Eli says. “Hedonists….”
“Kain is the new High Commander’s brother,” Thorsten says.
The men drop their pickaxes.
“For real?” Eli asks. “Shit, we really might have a chance.”
“Shit,” Andreas says. “You’ll have to wait though.”
“No,” I say. “The sooner the better.”
Andreas shoves me hard, but my exosuit steels itself and prevents me from falling.
“Those suits have kill switches,” Andreas says.
“They’ll blow us up?” Felicia asks.
“No,” Andreas says. “But they’ll shut off– lock up. Same way Kara’s suit stopped her from falling. They’ll stop you from moving. As soon as they know you’re escaping, they can just lock your suit.”
“How long until we can lose the suits?” I ask.
“On standard settings,” Eli says, “at least a month.”
Too long. Way too long.
“It can go faster?” I ask.
“Yep,” Thorsten says, reaching for my back. He fiddles with some knobs on my pack, and I suddenly feel heavier.
“Now try your pickaxe,” Thorsten says.
I raise my pickaxe to swing, but it feels as heavy as a barbarian’s sledgehammer. The downswing still shatters the rock, but I’m panting and out of breath after just one swing.
“At that setting,” Thorsten says, “you’ll probably have the suit off in under two weeks, assuming your heart doesn’t give out.”
I laugh nervously.
“For real,” Thorsten says. “Your body is already working overdrive. Your heart has to pump way harder to get your blood going in this gravity, and there’s a real risk your heart will just give out...even at your age.”
“Hey, look,” Eli says, pointing up.
Coming over one of the rocky mountains, we spot at least six ships and their blue engine flame.
“Is that normal?” I ask.
“One ship is normal,” Eli says. “Never six.”
12 Kain
I watch the lights on Darkstar as the shuttle descends. The Seraphim have already landed, and they’re waiting for me.
Thousands of half-Marauder, half-humans discontent with their human half. They want nothing more than to abandon their home system and become Marauders– to travel to a new star system to conquer and interbreed. And I’m supposed to train them. If only Adus knew what I was really up to.
Maybe he does. He certainly is withholding key information. If I knew where specifically these Seraphim were going to fight, or what they were going to fight against, I could specialize their training. But Adus has so little trust that he won’t even tell me what to
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