space, but territory that was known only to the most daring surveyors. That wasnât a comforting thought.
âWatch your step, maâam. Thereâs something on the floor here,â Salmagard said to Deilani.
âWhat is it?â I asked.
âLooks like a maintenance kit. Someoneâs been through here,â she said, directing the words at me.
âNot necessarilyâit could just be Tremmaâs style. Heâs not hung up on details,â I told her.
âI noticed,â Salmagard replied. There it was: that flash of disdain in her voice. I smiled. She could trade her class for the uniform, but she couldnât turn it off completely. What a fascinating girl. âWeâve cleared the third core. Moving into the cylinder. Visibility low,â she added.
âThereâs dry ice under that mesh. Just keep your suit powered and dial up your filtration.â
âDo we need to switch to O 2 ?â Deilani asked.
âIt should be safe, but watch your monitor just in case. You picking anything up, Private?â
âNegative.â
âAdmiral?â The way Deilani said it made me wish sheâd call me something else.
âWhat is it, Lieutenant?â
âThe ladder here is heavily damaged. It doesnât look recent.â
âJust make peace with the fact that this ship isnât up to code. Blame it on Ganraen engineering.â
âThis has nothing to do with engineeringâthis is some kind of combat damage.â
I sighed. Couldnât these three take a hint and just
stop noticing things
? For their own sake as much as mine. How could I convince them that they were happier just getting on with their lives?
I didnât think I could.
âWhy would there be a fight on a Ganraen freighter run by the Imperial Service, Admiral?â Deilani asked, and I could picture her fingers opening and closing again, practicing for my neck.
âNo one said the Service ran this ship,â I pointed out.
âSo Captain Tremma was just the owner? Just a guy with a commercial freighter? Youâre saying the academies handed our sleepers to some freelance courier?â
She had a point. That would never happen.
âEr,â I said.
âGo on, Admiral. Donât be shy.â
âYouâre right. That doesnât seem very likely, does it?â
âWho did this?â I could hear her over the com, tapping on the metal.
âNot a clue,â I replied, meaning it. I hadnât the faintest idea what had happened to the damn ladder. I could
guess
, but there was a high probability that with Tremma dead, no one would ever know. There was a pause.
âWeâll have to find another way up, maâam,â Salmagard said to Deilani.
I still hadnât seen anything to suggest we werenât alone.
Something about this didnât feel right. Something about
all
of it didnât feel right. There was strangeness I could explain, even with the traineesâ wild conspiracy theories, and then there was this. Iâd have to be careful not to mention that to Deilani.
There was a sharp intake of breath over the com. âWhat is it?â I looked up at the paneled ceiling. Deilani and Salmagard had to be above us.
âSir, thereâs a hatch up here to the outer corridorâwe are completely depressurized on the other side.â
âWhat?â
âThere must be some kind of hull breach.â
I swore, amazed. We hadnât even
suspected
a breach.
This was life without computers. Weâd been completely oblivious.
âBetter check it out,â I said.
âSir, there is some electronic interference.â
It took a moment for Salmagardâs words to sink in. âTo your suit or your scanner?â
âScanner, sir.â
âBut thereâs no
power
,â I said. âWhat could interfere with a combat scanner? Apart from, like, military jammers?â
âI donât know,