Secondhand Starship (Secondhand Spaceman Book 2) by Rachel Aukes

Author:Rachel Aukes [Aukes, Rachel]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Waypoint Books
Published: 2024-03-04T00:00:00+00:00

I woke up with a Plan D. Well, it was really Plan C at a different location. With my suit reporting normal radiation, I reset the timer and headed back outside. This time, I walked across the sphere until I came to the next section over. This section had a big gash through its hull. I tried out the bazooka on the material, and lo and behold, it cut through like butter. I was more than a little surprised because I expected it to not to even make a dent being made by some super advanced civilization.

I cut off as big of a piece as I could carry and flew out to Fetch. I lined it up over an area that had been perforated with over a dozen holes to see how it’d fit. When it touched the hull, it kind of just melted against it, filling the holes.

“Whoa.” I stared.

I’d been just seeing how much it’d cover. I’d had no idea how I was going to actually adhere the stuff with a patch kit. Evidently, it was self-healing. It might not be strong enough to fly a warpflow, but as long as it’s strong enough to get the hell out of Dodge, I was happy.

I returned to the sphere and began the cycle of cutting off material and sticking it onto my ship. On the fourteenth trip to Fetch and five radiation breaks later, I tried to fill a hole that was larger than the others, and I discovered the material could only self-heal smaller holes. For that spot, I stuffed some broken-off hull into the breach to until I formed a clunky web, and the webbing sealed together.

Fortunately, the remaining patching went easy. After I scoured the hull for any remaining breaches and being pleased with my handiwork, I smiled. “Now I call that a hullistic approach to patching a ship.”

Since Fetch was still offline, there was no one to tell me how bad my jokes were (I already knew they were bad). Still, I decided to save that line for my memoir. Fetch would enjoy reading it then.

After another radiation break, I returned to my ship with the three battery packs in tow. With only one arm, I had to loop them together with a rope which I’d tied around my waist. I flew slower, not wanting to damage them when I banged into my ship, which I had a knack of doing every single time. If you think momentum on Earth is bad, you should see what it’s like in space.

I reached my ship and hustled as quickly as I could into the still-open cargo bay since the door wouldn’t close without power. I wanted to kiss whoever came up with mag-boots—they made getting around in zero-G so much easier.

I’d grabbed three Xboxes since I knew the ship had three backup battery slots. In space, ships didn’t just have redundancies; they had redundancies for their redundancies. I untied and strapped the first Xbox onto the charger shelf above the battery.

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