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Authors: Colin Weldon
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Agathon, do you?”
Aron took a deep breath in.
“I really hope so. Just remember what we talked about when he makes his move. Stay sharp,” he said.
He opened up the locker and pulled out a bottle.
“Have a seat,” he said slapping his bunk. She raised an eyebrow and walked gracefully over to him sitting on the bed next to him. He took a metal cup sitting on the locker and poured a glass of clear liquid.
“What’s this?” India said taking the cup as he handed it to her.
“A little something one of the boys cooked up. Careful, I think Ollie uses it to clean the engine manifolds,” he said.
India smiled.
“What should we toast to?” she said softly looking into his eyes. Aron took another metal container and poured himself a glass.
“To Maya,” he said after a moment. India looked at the ground.
“To Maya,” she replied taking the cup and downing the liquid all in one. Aron took a sip and felt his throat explode as the powerful liquor ran into his mouth. India coughed.
“Jesus,” she said wiping her mouth.
“Yeah,” replied Aron through a splutter, “Okay, let’s do this thing.”
She nodded as he led her out of his quarters and into the hallways of The Unity.
“He’s a barrel of laughs this one,” she said as they strolled through the corridors. The Unity was a simple ship. Aron had given the crew a bit of creative freedom with the interior design instructing them to try and liven up the exposed conduits and meters of exposed pipework along the walls. Oliver Jones fancied himself an artist and had welded sheet metal in varying shapes and sizes along the bulkheads giving them some character. It had become somewhat of a competition among the crews of the other ships, but Aron had to admit thathe had done a fantastic job. The Unity had become a work of art. The crew of just under one hundred scurried about the halls doing various things. They saluted him as he passed and smiled. Most looked tired after a long haul of mining and were looking forward to some R&R, but they never complained.
They made their way through the ship towards the flight deck checking in with the crew as they went. When they arrived at the main entrance to the cockpit, Aron stopped and turned to India.
“Be calm,” he said looking at her.
“Always,” she said smiling.
He pressed the control panel and entered the code releasing the door mechanism. It swung open and they stepped inside. Hector Stanley was sitting neatly in India’s flight chair and pressing some buttons on the control panel.
“Ahem,” she said getting his attention. He stood ominously and rounded the chair staring at both of them. Aron could feel the tension mounting as the pair faced off.
“Mr Stanley, nice to see you,” he said feigning courtesy. He turned to India who looked unimpressed.
“Okay, so how’s this gonna work?” he said.
“Work?” asked Stanley raising his eyebrows, but still looking at India.
“Yeah, work. The chancellor wants you here as an observer, right? Just in case we need… assistance. So does that mean you’re gonna be in our faces this whole trip or you gonna let us do our jobs?” Aron was careful not to overstep his mark, while he reckoned Stanley would put up a good fight, he still had the Colonial Guard at the press of a button and would wipe out the other crews, not to mention their families, in a swift stroke. Stanley was dangerous and he knew that he would have to deal with him, but not now. It was too soon. Stanley took a moment before nodding and stepping aside.
“There’s always a place for you in the guard, Ms- Walder,” he said sitting at the back of the flight deck.
“I’m honoured,” replied India unclenching her fists and taking her seat. Aron let out a slight breath and sat next to India. He could feel Stanley’s eyes burning into the back of his neck, but he tried to ignore it. He let his eyes briefly flick to the hidden compartment he had under the main navigation console. He
Aron took a deep breath in.
“I really hope so. Just remember what we talked about when he makes his move. Stay sharp,” he said.
He opened up the locker and pulled out a bottle.
“Have a seat,” he said slapping his bunk. She raised an eyebrow and walked gracefully over to him sitting on the bed next to him. He took a metal cup sitting on the locker and poured a glass of clear liquid.
“What’s this?” India said taking the cup as he handed it to her.
“A little something one of the boys cooked up. Careful, I think Ollie uses it to clean the engine manifolds,” he said.
India smiled.
“What should we toast to?” she said softly looking into his eyes. Aron took another metal container and poured himself a glass.
“To Maya,” he said after a moment. India looked at the ground.
“To Maya,” she replied taking the cup and downing the liquid all in one. Aron took a sip and felt his throat explode as the powerful liquor ran into his mouth. India coughed.
“Jesus,” she said wiping her mouth.
“Yeah,” replied Aron through a splutter, “Okay, let’s do this thing.”
She nodded as he led her out of his quarters and into the hallways of The Unity.
“He’s a barrel of laughs this one,” she said as they strolled through the corridors. The Unity was a simple ship. Aron had given the crew a bit of creative freedom with the interior design instructing them to try and liven up the exposed conduits and meters of exposed pipework along the walls. Oliver Jones fancied himself an artist and had welded sheet metal in varying shapes and sizes along the bulkheads giving them some character. It had become somewhat of a competition among the crews of the other ships, but Aron had to admit thathe had done a fantastic job. The Unity had become a work of art. The crew of just under one hundred scurried about the halls doing various things. They saluted him as he passed and smiled. Most looked tired after a long haul of mining and were looking forward to some R&R, but they never complained.
They made their way through the ship towards the flight deck checking in with the crew as they went. When they arrived at the main entrance to the cockpit, Aron stopped and turned to India.
“Be calm,” he said looking at her.
“Always,” she said smiling.
He pressed the control panel and entered the code releasing the door mechanism. It swung open and they stepped inside. Hector Stanley was sitting neatly in India’s flight chair and pressing some buttons on the control panel.
“Ahem,” she said getting his attention. He stood ominously and rounded the chair staring at both of them. Aron could feel the tension mounting as the pair faced off.
“Mr Stanley, nice to see you,” he said feigning courtesy. He turned to India who looked unimpressed.
“Okay, so how’s this gonna work?” he said.
“Work?” asked Stanley raising his eyebrows, but still looking at India.
“Yeah, work. The chancellor wants you here as an observer, right? Just in case we need… assistance. So does that mean you’re gonna be in our faces this whole trip or you gonna let us do our jobs?” Aron was careful not to overstep his mark, while he reckoned Stanley would put up a good fight, he still had the Colonial Guard at the press of a button and would wipe out the other crews, not to mention their families, in a swift stroke. Stanley was dangerous and he knew that he would have to deal with him, but not now. It was too soon. Stanley took a moment before nodding and stepping aside.
“There’s always a place for you in the guard, Ms- Walder,” he said sitting at the back of the flight deck.
“I’m honoured,” replied India unclenching her fists and taking her seat. Aron let out a slight breath and sat next to India. He could feel Stanley’s eyes burning into the back of his neck, but he tried to ignore it. He let his eyes briefly flick to the hidden compartment he had under the main navigation console. He
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