STARGATE UNIVERSE Air by Air (SGU–1)

Author:Air (SGU–1) [Retail]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Fandemonium Books
Published: 2020-06-25T13:09:41+00:00

Chapter EIGHT

Greer left Scott to deal with Rush’s problem and headed back out into the ship. Right now, aside from brute force or shooting something, there was nothing he could add to the situation, so he moved on. Standing around watching the science types debating made him itchy with the inaction of it, and he was wound tight. He hated the idea that he couldn’t do a damn thing to get out of this situation, and that manifested itself in annoyance; the nagging headache gathering at the base of his skull didn’t help any, either.

Ron Greer did not deal very well with being helpless. It was one of the main reasons he’d joined the Corps in the first place, back when he was searching for someplace to aim his life. He didn’t want to go back to that feeling, not now, not ever.

Ahead down the corridor, he saw Franklin and Lieutenant James at one of the doors. Franklin was working the control panel, sealing the hatch shut.

James looked up as he approached. “What’s going on?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know, man. The air filter’s full of crap.”

Greer’s matter-of-fact pronouncement seemed to rattle Franklin. “That doesn’t sound good,” he ventured.

“No,” the Marine agreed. He gestured ahead, up along the corridor. “Come on, they want us to keep looking around.”

Franklin nodded. “I think there might be a larger compartment through here. That’s if the design follows the pattern of the other levels.”

“Show us,” said James.

The scientist moved forward, peering at the walls, pausing every few steps. After a moment, he came to another hatchway. “Here.” He pressed the door control and it grumbled open, letting a wisp of dust out into the passageway.

Greer immediately stepped past the man and moved around the width of the door before entering, scanning the room beyond. It was a basic tactic for room clearance called ‘slicing the pie’, used by SWAT teams and soldiers in urban warfare, minimizing exposure while maximizing target awareness. So far, no one had encountered anything resembling other life aboard the derelict, but Greer knew that was no reason to get sloppy.

Content that the room was as empty as all the others, Greer stepped in, with James and Franklin close by. It was an open space, dominated by four large tables and angular chairs arranged in a cross formation. Along the walls there were alcoves and storage lockers of some kind.

“Looks like a mess,” said James.

“Seems pretty tidy to me,” said Franklin.

“Mess hall,” James added, with a roll of her eyes.

“Oh. Right.”

Greer moved to one of the lockers and opened it. Inside there were odd-shaped plates and cups, along with empty containers.

“Lots of stuff to put food on,” noted Franklin.

“But no food,” sighed the lieutenant.

Franklin sniffed the musty air. “I suspect it would be a bit stale.”

Greer went to one of the alcoves; it seemed to be a service station of some kind, with a draining sink and what had to be a faucet. He licked his lips, suddenly feeling thirsty. The Marine reached for the tap and halted, throwing Franklin a questioning look.

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