Galactic Retribution: A Space Opera (Galactic Terror Book 2) by Michael Robertson

Author:Michael Robertson [Robertson, Michael]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-02-16T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 19

Sparks dropped through the Greeta’s hatch and landed in the hangar. More droids spewed in from the many open doorways. A violation of droids. While Faz Went did his best to fight them, he only dropped one for every three that entered.

In the Greeta’s cockpit, Reyes held the ship steady with micro adjustments. If Sparks did her bit, she’d be ready to fly them out of there.

Restricted by the suit and unable to fight back because she had her gun at her hip, Sparks ran as best she could, blasts striking all around her. While their attempts missed, the droids’ intention slammed into her with every shot fired, each attack threatening to throw her to her knees.

A cable tied around her waist, Sparks clipped the other end to the winch pole as she passed, ran to the partly open hatch, and jumped out as another blast streaked behind her.

Whomp!

She fell through the shimmering membrane and out into space.

Her suit hissed and pulled skintight. The final shot had torn an opening. Icy air rushed in. Sparks held her breath, pulled on the cable stretching back to the winch, and dragged herself to the Fragadocious until she connected with the magnetised thunk of the soles of her boots against the freighter’s hull.

Like being back in the barrel in Mac’s bar all over again, she pressed her lips tight against her need to breathe, pulled her arms inside her suit, and retrieved her mini computer.

“How you doing out there, Sparks?”

Wasted words. Wasted oxygen. Sparks fixed on her screen.

“Sparks?”

“Busy!” Her lungs tighter for expelling the oxygen.

“Too busy to talk?”

“Yep!” Her lungs tighter still. She’d held her breath for a few minutes in Mac’s bar. She had the same out here. But as the cold air surrounded her, it sent a numb tingle through her extremities, robbing her fingers of their dexterity. Her suit flattened against her body every time she shoved it away. It covered her computer’s screen, limiting her already restricted view. Her eyes throbbed like they were swelling inside her skull. She blinked against the surface layer of frost clouding her view.

“And now? Sparks? How are you doing? We need to get going soon. The tone’s continuous. That means we need to leave now, right? Sparks?”

The suit covered her computer again. “I’m fine. Wait.”

“You don’t sound it.”

The ice crystals left a sandpaper layer on Sparks’ eyeballs, and her vision deteriorated. Her suit continued to challenge her every action. Her pulse raced, daring her to draw a breath. To shut down her already starved lungs.

She had a connection to her computer. She could work blind, but she couldn’t operate with the suit’s vacuum sealing. Sparks unclipped her helmet, dragged it over her head, and pushed it away, the goldfish bowl floating into the void. She shoved her arms back into the suit’s sleeves. Her fingers clumsy with the cold, she found the front zip on her fifth or sixth attempt and dragged it down.

Like trying to undress from clingfilm, she pulled herself clear, the suit still attached to the Fragadocious by the boots’ soles.

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