Inside the Shadowstar, Woon shouted, “They’ve sealed off this area. We can walk with suction boots without getting blown out.”
“I agree,” Arfus said. The door on Heracles slid open. “Clip on your safety harness and attach umbilical cords.”
“Done,” Woon said. He’d already been doing it. The Poids did likewise.
“We’ll need hand weapons to break through the bulkhead,” Arfus said.
“In hand,” Woon said. He fired, then shot an anchor bolt though the narrow passage he’d made. “Winching myself though,” he said, without waiting for an AI bot to order it. One after another, the others followed, including Arfus.
“Resealing tunnel,” Woon said. He slapped on a fold-out tarp that stuck and stretched as needed. It was a temporary fix, but the Tasla would worry about it later.
“This way,” Arfus said, flying at a brisk jogging pace. It seemed sensible to Woon, so he and the others followed.
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