And that doesnât allow any margin for the mass-drivers. I donât see any way around it, weâre going to have to use the singularity sooner or later.â
âI know,â said Korie. âBut I want to hold off as long as possible, and I want to minimize any use of it. We give off G-waves, theyâll find us. Right now, if theyâre tracking us, all they see is a derelict.â He hooked one leg around a stanchion to keep from floating away. âWe can survive without gravity. We have three months of food. We can ration our water. Our big problem is air.â
âCanât use the osmotics,â said Leen. âNot without the gravitors. And thatâs more G-waves. Yâknow, if we could take a look-see, find out if thereâs anything hostile in range, we could control our radiations, keep them below the noise level . . .â
Korie shook his head. âNot yet. I donât want to risk opening up a scanning lens yet. Maybe in a week. Even a lens might give us away to the Dragon Lord . We just donât know how accurate her vision is. I have to assume the worst.â
Leen grunted. âYouâre not making this very easy for me.â
âIâve been thinking,â said Korie. âWe could go to aeroponics. String lights and webs in the shuttle bay, in the inner hull, maybe even in the corridors and the keel. We could use irrigation stems. Start out with Luna moss, take cuttings every two days. In fourteen days, we should be able to increase the volume 64-fold.â
Leen didnât answer. He just swiveled back to his screen and called up a set of extrapolations. âItâll be at least a month before youâre getting significant oxygen production, even if you could double volume every two days. Which I donât think you can.â
âA month might work,â said Korie. âJust barely. It lets us keep our head down.â
âItâs going to be messy.â
âWe donât have a lot of choice in the matter. Weâre going to have to go to aeroponics sooner or later anyway. We have food for three months. We might make it on half-rations, but thatâs only a stay of execution, not a reprieve. What if it takes longer than four and a half months to get home? Letâs start laying in our crops for the winter.â
Leen made a noise deep in his throat; it sounded like a growl of disapproval. âSounds like a lot of busy work to me. Weâve got more important things to do.â
âNo, we donât.â Korie cut him off. âAs long as we drift, weâre safe. We look like a derelict. The longer we can drift, the more convincing we are. This isnât busy workâthis is work that will guarantee our survival.â
Leen didnât look convinced.
Korie shrugged and admitted, âYes, all right. Itâll give the crew a challenge they can accomplish. But they need that right now.â
âI think weâd all much rather put a missile up the tail of the Dragon Lord .â
âYou tell me a way we can get close enough to do that and I will. Otherwise, my job is to bring this ship and her crew safely home.â
âYou want my opinion? Letâs just fix the engines and go.â
âI always want your advice, Chiefââ
âButâ?â
ââYou know the ship better than anyone. But I know what weâre up against. The Morthans arenât stupid. This wasnât just a hit-and-run raid. This was a full-scale attack. If I were a Morthan commander, Iâd be cruising the area right now, hunting for hiders like us.â
âI donât like hiding,â grumbled Leen.
Korie shrugged. âItâs not my favorite thing either. But we donât have the resources to do anything else right now. String the webs, Chief. Letâs get that started. Then, I want you to build a passive G-scanner and let it run.â
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