okay so this ended up being more than twice the length of the longest post so far. that's one way to end the month, i guess

don't hold back on the feedback for this thing! thanks for reading.

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Stars swept out. The Khloris unfurled around her. Hills of scaled metal rolled in every direction, navigation lights cascading over snowy paintwork. Bolted-on compartments erupted here and there, many of them bearing mismatched insignias and languages. The ship had the look of a fish flopped on its side, a long and barnacled tapering slate.

The rear thruster swelled on the horizon. Craning her neck, Orpicea thought she could see a shadow drifting toward it over the plane. Her suit hummed to itself, an icon blinked to life on her visor, and her stomach turned as the ship rose up to meet her. Her boots kissed the hull.

Lambert leapt past. Hopping then skipping then bounding Orpicea's suit followed, and with the tether winding out between them she felt like a dog on a leash.

'I'm curious,' said Lambert. 'What was the plan?'

'Lead you to the suit, convince you it's her, wave you off.' Orpicea grimaced. 'Seemed simple at the time.'

'Maybe you should've vetted this with your bait.'

'I don't even know how she's alive! I barely had two hours. Thawing's not meant to be that rapid!'

'And if we'd known what the captain looked like?'

'I'd be fucked, then, wouldn't I? So I gambled.' The hull inclined as they rode up the thruster's hood. 'Listen. Take this thing off me.'

With a tense laugh Lambert said, 'You're joking. You just admitted to attempted murder.'

'Of a cataclysmist. Who's heading for the reactor. We have bigger problems! You want to start slinging bullets inside the goddamn thruster? I'm not who you need collared right now.'

The world tipped as they hopped over the edge. Their boots sucked down. Righting herself on the thruster's lip, Lambert peered into the yawning whirl of magnetic coils. The reflections of stars gleamed and warped.

How did she disable the exhaust shielding? she thought. But what she said was: 'Why Myriad?'

Orpicea hesitated. Then she let out a long, shuddering breath and all the fight went out with it. 'Just a mechanical fault. What a joke.' She shook her head. 'Engines didn't fire on schedule and somehow the collision warning never got tripped. You want to know why nobody saw it?'

Lambert looked over her shoulder.

'I couldn't afford a crew.'

They held each other's gaze. Orpicea could see the gears turning behind the other woman's eyes and knew then that if Lambert could think of a single alternative she'd take it. She looked away.

Then: 'Should I take that as a confession?'

Orpicea's eyes closed. 'Captain Ellen Orpicea, accidental terrorist,' she said. 'At your service.' A smile tweaked her lips, and as she opened her eyes she added: 'I'll be honest, that felt pretty—'

Thunder mumbled through her suit. Something tore. She drifted backwards, the suit staggering for balance, and a shred of fabric curled up past her visor weeping droplets of red. She heard whistling, then a thin inhaling sound as the suit knitted itself back together. An oxygen warning blared.

'Good enough,' said Lambert. She stormed forward, lowering her gun, and tore the collar from her neck. 'You weren't wanted alive.'

Warning icons flared across Orpicea's visor. She buckled in slow motion. Pain ripped through her right leg when she tried to move. 'You fuck,' she gasped.

Lambert strode to the lip of the thruster, collar dangling in her hand. 'I didn't butterfingers a barge to the tune of ten thousand innocent lives.'

Gulping back her panicked breathing Orpicea snapped her magnetic boots offline and, kicking herself forward with her good leg, cracked the rear-facing seal on her oxygen tank.

Before she could decouple their tethers, Lambert caught movement. She whirled. Orpicea ploughed into her and the two of them launched over the edge tumbling, the tether flailing and coiling about them as they struggled above the gleaming mouth of the thruster. The lights from their helmets winked and rebounded off the treated metal and spiralled down in lightning-crack flashes beneath them. And there, a dark cut-out against those dancing reflections, floated a scuffed and faded suit.

Lambert cracked her gun across Orpicea's visor. She swung again but the impact had kicked them wheeling and it glanced off the captain's shoulder. She aimed. Orpicea spun her by the shoulder as she fired and the recoil tipped Lambert backward. Orpicea slapped the gun out of her hands and it whipped glinting off into space.

The suit caught Lambert's eye. Kicking off from Orpicea she angled toward it, collar clutched tight, correcting with calculated bursts of her own oxygen. Her reflection slid across the thruster wall. The captain wouldn't be a threat for much longer. Not with a bullet in her leg.

Whoever it was in that suit, she hadn't noticed the two of them. In fact, she didn't seem to be moving much at all. The suit was still staring into the engine's core when Lambert rocketed into it, the collar arcing down.

It chipped against the other one wrapped around the suit's neck.

The collar jerked out of her hands. She snatched at it. Her fingertips brushed its side as it sailed off and, flailing, she snatched for purchase on the motionless suit. Her hand found its arm. She tugged, pulling their suits together. Her helmet light shone into its visor and washed away the shadows there.

The woman's head lolled in the helmet, skin ghostly pale, looking past Lambert with empty, staring eyes.

'What,' said Lambert. 'What the heck. What the fuck!'

She began to feel warm. Through her radio came a sunny chime.

'Excuse me,' said Kelly. 'Hello. I have just realised I need to do a jot of course adjustment. Happy corrective burn, everybody!'

And what Orpicea saw, tugging herself along on the tether and blinking through tears of pain, was the smudged shapes of Lambert and her old suit silhouetted against the blooming glow of the thruster as the engine spooled.

'Oh! Also. Officer Lambert?'

'Abort course correction! Shut it down! We're still—'

'I'd prefer,' said the ship, 'if you wouldn't call my personality defective.'

Orpicea shouted hoarse commands down her radio, but Kelly was done talking.

'Wills!' Lambert called. 'The ship is rogue! Repeat, the Khloris is—'

'I fucking know! The umbilical's retracting! I can't . . . . my tether's not—' His breathing came heavy down the radio. After several seconds, he swore, panic in his throat. 'I'm out in nothing,' he said. 'God, that blew me out pretty fast. You've gotta come get me.'

Lambert said nothing.

She hugged the suit as Orpicea lurched into her. A pallid blue warmth grew around them as Lambert screamed over the suit's shoulder: 'You let the ship control the suit?'

'No! It was supposed to be slaved to me—'

'Supposed to?'

'I told the . . . .' Orpicea's eyes widened. 'The drone! Wake the drone! Kelly won't listen to anyone else!'

Magnetic panels twitched around them, readjusting. Lambert's gaze fell to the churning light at the thruster's heart. It left dark smears on her vision when she looked away. 'Servitor drone! Revoke 33-A! Drone!'

Silence. Orpicea planted her boots into the suit and launched herself toward the open sky. Her vision swam. She felt the tether jerk behind her as Lambert followed. The light all around them flung thin shadows across their suits.

'Thank you,' said the drone at last. 'How have you been, officer Lambert?'

'Tell the ship—'

'SD003183-8N,' the ship cut in. 'Officer Lambert, as well as navigation specialist Orpicea, are obstructing the thruster ejection cone.'

'What? Oh.' There was a pause. 'Actually,' said the drone, 'that's probably for the best.'

Lambert howled frustration. 'What is wrong with the AIs on this ship?'

Something bumped against Orpicea's shoulder. It twirled away, its crescent shape swallowed almost whole by the radiance sweeping along the walls.

She clawed at it, her mouth dry. With a nudge of oxygen, Orpicea reached out—

Something tugged her backward. The collar receded. A hand closed around her bad leg and she screamed. Clambering over her suit, Lambert stretched out a hand. Orpicea's elbow came down on her helmet and they separated, reeling. The light was in the air now, so brilliant that against it Lambert was just a black faceless shape. It was getting hot in the suit.

Lambert's hand found the tether and yanked. They closed on each other. Orpicea fired another burst of oxygen to position herself above the officer, but the nozzle spluttered. One more icon appeared on her visor.

Scrunching her body up, Lambert kicked. Her boot cuffed Orpicea's helmet and launched her up. Arm grasping, Orpicea pulled the tether taut and they twirled toward the collar, their arms grasping for the metal crescent as they orbited each other. Orpicea batted at it, missed, and watched Lambert do the same as she came around.

Breath thin in her lungs, her leg numb, Orpicea curled up, reversed herself on the tether, and pulled herself within reach of Lambert. The officer missed her next pass. She looked down just as Orpicea gripped her boots and propelled herself away.

The tether unwound. Orpicea strained a tired arm. Her hand closed around metal.

Lambert, wide-eyed, scrambled up the tether. Their suits quivered, and as gases formed a soup about them a rumbling grew in their ears. Orpicea could barely see the other woman through the blinding haze.

Arms grasped her suit. A black smudge leered out of whiteness, fingers sliding over the collar. Orpicea jerked it away, kicking with her good leg. The knee connected. The smudge fell back and she felt herself spinning, felt one of her boots knock Lambert's, and wrenching the tether she pirouetted around to face the other shape as it came about again with its arms out and grasping . . .

Lambert felt her hands slip around metal.

Orpicea slammed the collar down. She felt it click. The hands around the neck of her suit went slack.

'Please,' Lambert breathed, and then the captain shoved her, slumped and tether trailing, into the light.

For all the good it did, Orpicea thought. She shut her eyes, letting her momentum carry her. Her breathing began to slow. The stale air hung thick in her throat. It had been an accident, but . . . well.

Maybe she deserved this.

The radio spat noise. '. . . On the other hand,' the drone whined through static, 'you are wearing company property, captain. I would like it back.'

Her old suit cannoned into her. She felt it shudder, oxygen boosting it along. At that moment the engine's rumbling took on a deeper timbre, a powerful whining building behind it and the heat growing with it. The oxygen caught. A jolt of acceleration heaved her forward as her old suit's back exploded. The tether unreeled wildly at her hip.

Then the haze gave way to deepness. She glimpsed a horizon, and what might have been stars.

The tether, reaching the end of its length, went taut and jerked her backward. Coughing, she slapped a hand against her suit controls. As she slipped past the edge her magnetic boots caught and windmilling for balance she flopped forward, trailing smoke, and sprawled over the lip of the thruster.

Her radio roared. For a second she thought she heard a scream buried in the static, then everything went silent.

Orpicea's shadow stretched over the hull. She bent her gaze up. A pillar of blue light towered over her, the thruster plume shimmering and warping and then, with a splutter, fading to nothing.

'There we are,' chimed Kelly. 'All done! Great job, everyone.'

~

'We're not going to Tynte.' Orpicea limped across the helm and slumped into a seat. 'You think you're any better off than the rest of us?'

Pardoux fumed. 'I haven't killed anyone, if that's what you're asking.'

'No? Wills is still out there.' She waved a hand. 'I don't see you fetching him. Listen, I know people in Connaught. There won't be questions. I'd like to get an atmosphere in here, at the very least.'

The drone stepped in. 'The outer rim. That's best, I think. I was heading there, actually, before you fell out of the sky and made a mess of things.'

'The rim?' echoed Orpicea. 'Isn't that where the cataclysmists go? There's barely a civilisation out there!'

'I think I have had quite enough of civilsation for the time being.'

'Excuse me.' Everyone looked up. 'I have noticed,' said Kelly, 'that nobody has asked me where I would like to go.'

Orpicea shot a wary look at the drone. Its remaining eye flickered.

NOT LIKE THIS BEFORE, it blinked. Pardoux watched them, frowning.

A queasiness settled in Orpicea's gut. She began to wonder if the drone's reasons for keeping her alive were as innocent as it had claimed.

'Well,' said the drone. 'What is your opinion on our destination, Kelly?'

'Thanks for asking! My opinion is that we're not going to any of those places.'

'Oh,' it said.

Later, when the drone was alone, a thought occurred to it and it wandered down to the surveillance suite. It sifted through the records there then moved on to maintenance, but after several hours it couldn't find what it was looking for. 'Kelly,' it said.

'Yes, SD003183-8N?'

'I don't suppose you would know how the fire started? The maintenance logs appear to have erased themselves.'

'Um. No. That's interesting, SD003183-8N.'

'Yes,' it said. 'Isn't it just.'

In the mess hall where she had first woken up aboard the Khloris, Orpicea sat staring into a tablet. Maps and mining routes reflected in her visor. Her eyes could find no traction on them. Lambert's scream played over in her head. After all the effort it had taken to survive, she found herself wishing she had turned herself in the moment those officers had stepped out of the airlock. It had been an accident before. This was different.

She looked up. It watched her from the doorway. Two rogue AIs in such close proximity, she thought, couldn't be a coincidence.

Security cameras looked on as captain Orpicea and the drone examined one another, each waiting for the other to speak.