Earth Unaware (The First Formic War 1)

"All right," said Father. "Let's put family aside and think about this practically. You can't carry that much equipment. You'd need a dozen canisters of air at least. Plus spare propulsion tanks. Plus the battery pack for power and heat. Plus rescue gear. Spreaders, shears, saws, the bubble. Are you going to carry all that?"

"If I have to."

"You can't," said Father. "It's too much for one person. It's too much for five people to carry. But even if it weren't, what would you do if you found someone? You can't get them back to the ship."

"I could keep them alive until you came for us."

Bahzim sighed. "None of us wants to delay the search, Toron. But we can't desert these people here. As soon as we cut away the other wreckage and get them inside, we can push on."

"That will take five to six hours at least," said Toron. "These people were minutes away from death. We barely reached them in time. If there are more out there, they won't last five hours."

Bahzim and Father exchanged glances. There was no arguing that the prospect of finding more survivors grew thinner by the minute.

Father sighed. "It wouldn't work, Toron. Look at the debris out there. It extends for kilometers in every direction. You can't cover that much ground in a propulsion pack."

"He could take one of the quickships," said Victor.

Everyone turned to Victor, who was standing off to the side, listening to the whole exchange.

"Quickships are cargo carriers, Vico," said Bahzim. "They're not made for carrying people."

"Doesn't mean a person can't climb inside," said Victor. "And there would be plenty of room for rescue gear and air canisters and batteries."

Bahzim shook his head. "Wouldn't work. Quickships are programmed to go directly to Luna."

"Every quickship has two programs," said Victor. "We only use the one that sends the ship to Luna, the one that operates the rockets, the one for long-range flight. The other one is the LUG program, the one Lunar Guidance uses when the quickship arrives at Luna. It overrides the first program and gently flies the quickship into port using the battery and a light propulsion rig. It doesn't run on the rockets. We've never used it before because we've never had any need for it."

"We've never used it," said Bahzim, "because we can't access it."

"I can," said Victor. "I've made repairs to quickships before. I've noodled around with the system. I know how to get to it and how to initiate it. We can fly it manually."

Bahzim shook his head again. "Those batteries don't c

arry a lot of juice, Vico. They're made to fly the ship a short distance into port, not patrol for kilometers on end through a debris cloud. If the battery runs out while you're cruising along, you won't be able to fire the retros. You'll sail on forever into oblivion. Besides, Toron has no idea how to fly one of these things."

"He doesn't have to fly it," said Victor. "I will."

They all stared at him.

"It wouldn't be that difficult," said Victor. "Simple, really. You know I could do it, Father. You've seen me tinker with the program. I wouldn't even have to leave the ship. Toron could wear a cable harness anchored to the ship when he leaves to check out a wreck. That way, he's not out there floating in nothing. He's anchored to someone who could fly him back to El Cavador if something goes wrong. And the battery isn't a problem either. I know how to monitor the power supply to ensure that we don't use up all the power without leaving us enough juice to stop and return to the ship. I can do this."

The men looked at one another.

Finally Father said, "I can't let you go out there, Vico. It's too dangerous. If anyone is flying that ship it's me."

"I know the system better than you do, Father. That's no fault of yours. You had no reason to study what we don't use. I did study it. It's much safer if I fly it."

"I'm sorry," said Bahzim. "It's not that I doubt your abilities, Vico. But we've never practiced this. And right now my job is to protect this family."

"Alejandra is family," said Victor. "And so is Faron. They may have left with the Italians, but they are still part of us."

That gave Bahzim pause. He looked at Father, who still seemed unsure.

"At least let him try," said Toron. "Let him show you he can fly it. Or let Segundo try. There's nothing more the three of us can do for the survivors we've found. It's in the miners' hands now. If Victor can prove it's possible and safe, you can't deny me the chance to save my daughter."

"Have you been listening to this, Concepcion?" Bahzim asked.

"Every word," said Concepcion, who was still at the helm with the flight crew. "I can't overrule Segundo's decision," she said. "Whether he allows Victor to go is his choice. But if there's a way to find more survivors we should try it."