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Hoop tried not to listen to the exchange. He focussed on Lachance, strapped tightly into the pilot’s seat and doing his best to ignore the rhythmic shuddering emanating from somewhere deep in the ship. That doesn’t feel good, he thought.

The four docking bays were in a protruding level beneath the ship’s nose, more than five hundred yards from the engine room. Yet an impact like that could have caused catastrophic structural damage throughout the ship. The surest way to see the damage would be to view it firsthand, but the quickest assessment would come from their pilot and his instruments.

“Get out,” Powell continued, “get away before the Marion breaks up, down to the surface and—”

“And what?” Hoop snapped without turning around. “Survive on sand for the two years it’ll take a rescue mission to reach us? If the company even decides a rescue is feasible,” he added. “Now shut it!”

“Okay,” Lachance said. He rested his hands on the flight stick, and Hoop could almost feel him holding his breath. Hoop had always been amazed that such a huge vessel could be controlled via this one small control.

Lachance called it The Jesus Stick.

“Okay,” the pilot said again. “Looks like the Delilah took out the port arm of the docking level, Bays One and Two. Three might be damaged, can’t tell, sensors there are screwed. Four seems to be untouched. Atmosphere is venting from levels three, four, and five. All bulkhead doors have closed, but some secondary safety seals have malfunctioned and are still leaking.”

“So the rest of the Marion is airtight for now?” Hoop asked.

“For now, yes.” Lachance pointed at a schematic of the ship on one of his screens. “There’s still stuff going on at the crash site, though. I can’t see what, but I suspect there’s lots of debris moving around down there. Any part of that could do more damage to the ship. Rad levels seem constant, so I don’t think the Delilah’s fuel cell was compromised. But if its containment core is floating around down there…” He trailed off.

“So what’s the good news?” Sneddon asked.

“That was the good news,” Lachance said. “Marion’s lost two of her lateral dampers, three out of seven starboard sub-thrusters are out of action. And there’s this.” He pointed at another screen where lines danced and crossed.

“Orbital map?” Hoop asked.

“Right. We’ve been nudged out of orbit. And with those dampers and subs wasted, there’s no way to fix it.”

“How long?” Powell asked.

Lachance shrugged his muscular shoulders.

“Not quick. I’ll have to run some calculations.”

“But we’re all right for now?” Hoop asked. “The next minute, the next hour?”

“As far as I can see, yes.”

Hoop nodded and turned to the others. They were staring at him, and he was sure he returned their fear and shock. But he had to get a grip, and keep it. Move past this initial panic, shift into post-crash mode as quickly as he could.

“Kasyanov and Garcia?” he asked, looking at Baxter.

Baxter nodded and hit AllShip on the intercom.

“Kasyanov? Garcia?”

Nothing.

“Maybe the med bay vented,” Powell said. “It’s forward from here, not far above the docking bays.”

“Try on their personal comms,” Hoop said.

Baxter tapped keyboards and donned his headpiece again.

“Kasyanov, Garcia, you there?” He winced, then threw a switch that put what he heard on loudspeaker. There was a whine, interrupted by staccato ragged thudding.

“What the hell…?” they heard Kasyanov say, and everyone sighed with relief.

“You both okay?” Baxter asked.

“Fine. Trapped by… but okay. What happened?”

“Delilah hit us.” Baxter glanced up at Hoop.

“Tell them to stay where they are for now,” Hoop said. “Let’s stabilize things before we start moving around anymore.”

Baxter spoke again, and then just as Hoop thought of the second dropship, Sneddon asked, “What about the Samson?”

“Can you hail them?” Hoop asked.

Baxter tried several times, but was greeted only by static.

“Cameras,” Sneddon said.

“I’ve got no contact with them at all.”

“No, switch to the cameras in Bay Three,” Sneddon replied. “If they’re still coming in, and Jones sees the damage, he’ll aim for there.”

Baxter nodded, his hands drifting across the control panels.

A screen flickered into life. The picture jumped, but it showed a clear view out from the end of Bay Three’s docking arm.

“Shit” Hoop muttered.

The Samson was less than a minute away.

“But those things…” Sneddon said.

I wish you were still here, Lucy, Hoop thought. But Lucy and Cornell had to be dead. He was in charge. And now, with the Marion fatally damaged, an even more pressing danger was manifesting.

“We’ve got to get down there,” Hoop said. “Sneddon, Welford, with me. Let’s suit up.”

As Welford broke out the emergency space suits from units at the rear of the bridge, Hoop and Lachance exchanged glances. If anything happened to Hoop, Lachance was next in charge. But if it got to that stage, there’d be very little left for him to command.