and the ventilation losing efficiency. “Have you found anything yet?” Alan asked. “Nothing so far,” Marcus’s voice was riddled with crackling as it came through the helm’s speakers. “ The new guy won’t keep his mouth shut. Might want to toss him out when we get off this shitty planet. Did the others find anything yet?” “They haven’t called in,” Alan answered. “We should just leave him behind, Captain. Close the doors and wave through the windows while we take off.” “Right. That’d be good. We could see the look on his face.” Jess let out an audible rumble in her throat and leaned over the main terminal. “Sorry to interrupt your murder plan,” she said, “but I need to know if I can shut the engine off. We won’t be able to able to tell the difference between the ship and the planet soon.” “Yeah, power it down. We’ll be here longer than I thought. From what I was told this dead guy could be miles from here. Just wanted to try here first in case we got lucky. Like we ever do. Message me if the others find anything.” “Will do,” Alan responded and then cut the transmission. “I won’t let you leave him,” Jess said simply. “We were joking.” “That’s getting harder and harder to tell lately.” She shut down the engine and then leaned back in her chair. She opened her right hand so her metallic palm was facing upward and displayed a three dimensional image of the engine she had downloaded from the terminal. It hovered above her hand in a pale blue light. The image rotated slowly, showing her where sand had already started to build up. Then, suddenly, the sound of a single gunshot rocketed through the air and she clamped her hand closed, dispersing the image in an instant. “What the fuck?” Alan instinctively grabbed for the shotgun under his terminal. “No,” Jess spoke quickly. “I told you Burke might have survived but there’s no fighting if it’s him. Your shots won’t pierce through his armor.” “Fuck that, I’m not a coward.” “Yes you are! And it’s not cowardice, it’s reality. Don’t give him a reason to kill you.” He dived out of the room and she watched him nearly fall down the stairs and onto the cargo bay floor. He danced in place for a moment and seemed to realize his mistake of giving up the high ground on the stairs. She heard something coming from outside. Alan must have heard it too and he sprinted into the back of the ship and out of her sight. Jess put her back to the wall and away from the door. She both heard and felt the heavy footsteps of someone climbing onto the ship. The door was moving next, raising up and closing them inside. She would have done the same thing; it was a smart decision and she cursed that he was being careful as well as having the advantage of his armor. She turned and faced the wall just as the light from the planet was sealed off completely. The artificial light of the ship seemed cold and inadequate in comparison. She ignored it and held her right fist to her left hand. She entered a command through the prosthetic arm and felt her eye shift in its socket, whirling to respond to her commands. She cycled through the different vision filters quickly until she stopped on the x-ray lens. The innards contained in the ship’s walls obstructed some of her view but she could see Burke through the mess of it all. She could see pieces of his skeleton through thinner parts of the armor. Parts of it showed fractures. He was missing one of the arms of the aegis and he kept that exposed limb behind him as he walked forward. His other hand was blocking his face. Jess looked directly down and saw Alan through the floor. He whipped around the wall and sent several blasts of the shotgun at Burke. He stopped and braced himself against the shots, staying firmly on his feet. Alan turned back behind cover and Jess watched Burke rush forward. He led with his naked arm now, firing the handgun she hadn’t