“All right. Let’s go roll out the red carpet.”
“Wait, we’re gonna just let her in here?” I ask, looking around the cabin. “I don’t want to get all judgy, but this girl has murdered us nine times today.”
“Eight times,” Zila corrects.
“Oh, well, that’s okay then.”
“She’s hard to read with the mask and helmet and all.” Scar shrugs. “But if she didn’t want to talk, she wouldn’t be coming over at all.”
“I do not pretend to understand what is happening here,” Zila says, starting for the door. “But this pilot is a part of it. We must speak with her.”
I exchange a look with Scar, and we follow our Brain down the stairs. Trekking down to the cargo bay, I find myself trying to make sense of all this.
I’m not the genius Zila is, but I’m no slouch either, and none of it is adding up. While I’m worried about saving our own hides, worry about Auri is also nagging away at me—what the hells happened to her, to the Weapon, to the Syldrathi fleet we were right in the middle of?
Is the battle on the edge of this system still under way? Is that why this pilot was so jumpy? Thing is, we saw the Betraskan fleet arrive to defend Terra against the Unbroken—we’ve been allies since our war ended nearly two centuries ago. There’s no two planets in the galaxy tighter than Terra and Trask. So why did she freak out when she saw me?
We arrive in the bay. The lighting is dim, the smell of burned plastene sharp in the air. Through the plexiglass on the airlock, I can see the Terran fighter ship now positioned directly behind us. Just like that station out there, it’s no design I’ve ever seen. But truthfully, I got bigger concerns.
“So, listen,” I say. “Last time Flygirl laid eyes on me, she blew us to many small pieces. Maybe I should just, you know, hang back a little?”
“She already knows you are here,” Zila points out.
“She knows something’s up,” I correct her. “We don’t know how much she remembers. I mean, maybe we’re the ones causing this anomaly. Exposure to Auri or the Weapon or the explosion or something. Flygirl might be feeling the side effects to a lesser degree. We don’t know.”
Zila tips her head to one side, wordlessly indicating how unlikely she thinks this is.
“What happens if I die and you don’t?” I ask. “Does the loop still begin again for everyone, or do I just stay dead? There’s too much about all this we don’t know. And to be honest, I don’t want to get shot in the face, okay?”
“Fair,” Scarlett agrees.
“Optimistic,” Zila murmurs.
There’s a clunk outside the airlock, signaling the arrival of our guest. I hide behind a stack of crates, one hand on the grip of my academy-issue disruptor. All three of us are silent as the lock cycles, but tension is singing through me while I watch the hatch through a crack in my cover.
Scarlett and Zila both keep their hands in clear view, and I try to keep my body loose, my grip on my disruptor pistol relaxed. Which isn’t easy, with the same song beating through my head over and over, like a drum.
What. Is. Going. On.
With a hum, the door slides open, revealing a slight figure about Zila’s size and build. She wears a black flight suit, a helmet, and a breathing mask, and holds a heavy sidearm in one hand.
Her opener is not friendly. “Where’s the Betraskan?”
“Hello,” offers Scarlett. “Lovely to meet you. My name is Sca—”
“Where’s the Betraskan?”
Okay, well, it was worth a try.
“I’m here,” I sigh. Before anyone gets shot, I holster my disruptor and stick my hands out around the edge of the crate to show I’m unarmed.
“Come out slow,” she orders. “Real slow.”
I obey, hands high. “You know, usually people don’t want to murder me until they’ve gotten to know me a little better than this.”
I’m trying for cocky, but I can hear the shake in my voice. Maybe I’ve died repeatedly already and somehow come back, but my body doesn’t understand that. It’s pretty sure it’s getting shot, sooner rather than later, and it’s not okay with it.
I study the lieutenant’s gear—it doesn’t look like any uniform I’ve ever seen on a member of the Aurora Legion, the Terran Defense Force, or the Global Intelligence Agency. It’s mostly black apart from some silver insignia. The only color on the whole rig is the design on her helmet, some kind of big bird with wings spread, sharp talons flashing.