“We have the vehicle we arrived in,” Ross said. “We don’t have a part that will fit this navicomputer. But can’t we do the mission with our own ship? Without the transport?”
“They wouldn’t let us get close,” Fiach replied. “We’ve got to look like we belong there on approach.” They only had an hour to enter the system, sabotage the shipping terminal, and depart under Fiach’s plan. Fighting their way into the system would alert the cult to the danger, allowing them to redouble their guard planetside. No, they had to look like they belonged to the convoy, from start to finish. There was no other way.
Straightening, Fiach came to a decision. “Suggestions?” It was that or revert to the fallback plan, to take out as many transports as possible.
“We can still go to Chelloa! Maybe we can hijack an ore transport in route, the same way we ambushed the flight crew!” Gunder’s guilt was clearly being overcompensated by her enthusiasm to complete the mission irrespective of the odds.
“That was a small personnel shuttle,” Fiach said. The ore transports, by contrast, bristled with weapons. It was part of what made stealing one worthwhile.
“Or we can go back to the flight crew’s ship. I can get the cylinder this time!”
“It’s too far, Gunder - and you said the ship was crushed. It might not even work any more.”
“We’ve come all this way,” Gunder said. “We’re here. We can do something. We shouldn’t go back.”
“They wouldn’t let us get close,” Fiach replied. “We’ve got to look like we belong there on approach.” They only had an hour to enter the system, sabotage the shipping terminal, and depart under Fiach’s plan. Fighting their way into the system would alert the cult to the danger, allowing them to redouble their guard planetside. No, they had to look like they belonged to the convoy, from start to finish. There was no other way.
Straightening, Fiach came to a decision. “Suggestions?” It was that or revert to the fallback plan, to take out as many transports as possible.
“We can still go to Chelloa! Maybe we can hijack an ore transport in route, the same way we ambushed the flight crew!” Gunder’s guilt was clearly being overcompensated by her enthusiasm to complete the mission irrespective of the odds.
“That was a small personnel shuttle,” Fiach said. The ore transports, by contrast, bristled with weapons. It was part of what made stealing one worthwhile.
“Or we can go back to the flight crew’s ship. I can get the cylinder this time!”
“It’s too far, Gunder - and you said the ship was crushed. It might not even work any more.”
“We’ve come all this way,” Gunder said. “We’re here. We can do something. We shouldn’t go back.”