Dark Between Oceans by Belinda Crawford

Author:Belinda Crawford [Crawford, Belinda]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: action adventure, artificial intelligence, futuristic, genetic engineering scifi series, LGBT, LGBT science fiction, sci-fi, science fiction, scifi, space adventure, space exploration, space opera, teens and young adult, transgender, YA, YA Sci-fi, YA teen adventure, young adult, Young Adult Fiction, young adult science fiction, young adult science fiction adventure novel series
Publisher: Belinda Crawford
Published: 2020-11-20T13:00:00+00:00

The plan is not going to plan.

The plan was to find another way to Engineering through the ice hull, to use the maintenance tubes and cut my way through the bulkhead, thereby getting around all the internal damage. It never really occurred to me there'd be external damage as well.

I'm staring at another collapsed tube, chunks of ice and splintered steelcrete blocking my way.

The maintenance tubes aren't that big to begin with, large enough for human and a hover-sled to move through without bending in half. The tubes themselves are made of thin, transparent plasglas with just enough metal in them for my mag boots to function and ribs of thick steelcrete for support.

So far, I've only brained myself on three ribs, just enough to rattle my mind and to recognise the HUD's proximity sensors.

Outside the tubes is the ice hull, which is just what it sounds like. Ice. Thirty-three metres of ink-black frozen water surround the inner hull, forming a protective layer around the habitual parts of the ship. Beyond it, the outer hull is our last line of defence, the same defences Aeotu's grappling cables punched through like brittle plasform.

The aftermath of which is what I'm looking at now.

There's a massive cable amongst the mess of ice and plasglas, silver-grey and pulsing like a muscle, veins of grey-green curling around it. Fug is everywhere, a carpet covering floor and walls, seeping through cracks in the tube and branching out into the ice. I don't know what it's doing, other than making the place look like a jungle, waving streamers in the air. For the most part, the fug is inert, not dull, lifeless inert just not doing anything. Laying there. It doesn't even react when I step on it. I wonder how much of that is because of the fug-armour, and how much is because I'm not toting a Franken-thrower and the extreme desire to use it. I mean, that desire is there but just not as... extreme as it was.

A small part of me, the part that ran around Citlali trying to save it, to save us, the part that floated in a stasis unit, is freaking out about that, wants to question everything, is scared shitless that I'm losing myself to the new parts of me, that I'm accepting it so easily. I mean, this shit tried to kill me once, ate people I knew, tore them up and used their parts to repair itself. Is it still doing that? Still eating corpses and critters and crew? Still tearing my home to pieces in an effort to save itself?

That part of me is a gibbering mess, spewing uncertainty and guilt like acid in my heart, making me doubt every step, every moment, every action. The other part of me, he's pushed all that shit aside.

There's no time. I have to save Grea, and I'll use anything I can get my hands on to do it. Even fug

The collapsed tube is going to be a problem. There

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