Nils reported. âWe can just boost it a little. Itâs not bad.â
âWe shouldâve brought surface gear,â Deilani said, looking up from the black ground. She knelt, running her gloved palm over the peculiar mineral. âItâs irresponsible to just walk around out here like this. This stuff could eat through an EV for all we know. Thereâs no sampling, no workup on this. What if this is acidic, or it reacts to synthetics?â
âThen weâre in trouble. But weâre not here to survey the place. Visibilityâs about three, maybe four meters. Watch your feet. Private, are you getting anything?â
âNo, Admiral.â
âGood. Keep it that way.â
âYes, Admiral.â
Because of the limited visibility, it was difficult to see just how massive the freighter was, or even its true shape. I knew it was just a very long box, but being unable to see its form in the mist made it seem bigger. The vessel was half a kilometer long, far from thelargest ship out thereâbut still substantial enough to look impressive. It loomed over us like a mountain.
Not all Ganraen ships were this uninviting. The ones I was used to certainly werenât, though the Commonwealth had a long way to go if it wanted to catch up to Evagard.
I led the trainees underneath the landers, making for the main airlocks. The outside of the ship was no more attractive than the inside. When it was new, the freighter had probably been a light gray. That had been a long time ago. Now it was covered in burns and corrosion, its uneven surfaces reduced to a mottled brown and black.
If there were clues about Tremmaâs sojourn on the surface, this was where weâd find them. Overhead, the bottom of the freighter looked badly neglected. Where the battered and blackened metal wasnât openly burned, it was chipped, dented, and pitted. This ship had not had an easy life.
I could see the trainees looking up at the plasma burns, and other indications that Tremmaâs old tub had taken more eventful trails than the average cargo freighter. Deilani had already seen the weapons being stored in containers that were, by Salmagardâs own word, not intended for ordnance. The damage was done. Not that it mattered. Captain Tremma was dead.
I doubted the old freighter would ever leave this world.
I occasionally lost sight of the trainees in the mist; it was particularly dark beneath the ship.
âWait a minute,â Deilani said. I looked around but didnât see her.
âWhat is it?â
âMineral formation. Have a look.â
I spotted someoneâs light and followed it. The formation wasnothing more than a thick spike of rock about a meter high. A short distance away was another, this one half as tall.
âYouâre right,â I said. âThat is unusual.â It stood to reason that Deilani would find this interesting, but I didnât. We needed to find out what Tremmaâd been up to with those explosives so we could get back inside, back to conserving our suit energy and oxygen. We didnât have time to be explorers.
âItâs brittle,â she added.
âDonât break other peopleâs planets.â
âShut up.â
Iâd have thought of a retort, but Iâd almost fallen over an abandoned grav cart. âGuys, on me.â
Deilani hurried over and put her gloved hand on the cartâs handle. âThey left this out here?â
âThey must have used it to move the 14-14.â I pointed. âThat way.â The cart had left a clear trail in the thin shale covering the ground. We followed it until we hit a wall of crumbled stone scattered beneath the lip of the freighterâs lower buffers, and even piled up against the hullâfarther than we could see through the mist. It was as though thereâd been an avalanche of the stuff.
Deilani was at a loss. So was I.
The trail led on, skirting a steep hill. I wanted
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