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“Are the ones shooting at him”
Holden cursed under his breath “Alex is on that ship Did we hear from Alex?”
“We haven’t heard fro some radio telescopes pointed that direction, and this is what they’re getting I checked with Druot a clean bill of health, and I’ for whoever’s behind all this to take another swing at me”
Holden undid the straps on his couch, floating forward His head was a little swimmy He looked around at the command deck It was like so to see Alex and Naomi and Amos there with him He hadn’t realized it was a habit, to look for his people before the Roci got under way This, he realized, was the first time ever that they wouldn’t be there It felt like a bad omen
“Okay,” he said “I’ll clean up for coo?”
“How soon is as soon as possible?”
“The reactor’s cold, and ant to top up the air and water,” Holden said The alcohol fu away already, but he wasn’t entirely sure if that was true or if it just felt that way “Plus I’ froet my ass covered”
“Glad you were paying attention,” Fred said “So two hours?”
“I think we can e that”
“Let’s do”
Holden pulled hi onto his Rocinante It was the obvious thing, of course It had always been the plan, but now the prospect filled him with dread Unfamiliar faces at the controls and in the crew quarters Voices in the ship that weren’t the ones he’d gotten used to in the years since the Donnager Even when they’d been carrying passengers, his crew had been at the heart of the ship This was so else, and he didn’t like it
He stopped at the med bay on the way to his quarters Sober, the symbolic implications of a new temporary crew for the trip to Luna didn’t seeht stayed at the back of his mind: without Nao to be what she had been When he checked his hand teres were from Fred Alex’s silence didn’t help
The transport tube’s connection to the airlock was a gentle thu its throat Holden was at the airlock to let theht people – six Belters, and tho looked like they’d coht suits and hauling s the lockers Dru her security uniform
“Captain Holden?” Drummer said “I’d like to introduce Captain Foster Sales and his crew”
Theto be a captain Close-cropped black hair transitioned into a glossy beard that tried and failed to lend the boyish features soravitas He was introduced to the others – pilots Arnold Mfuineers Sandra Ip and Zach Kazantzakis, weapons technicians Gor Droga and Sun-yi Steinberg, communications specialist Maura Patel By the end of the little cereotten all of their names