"No," said Concepcion. "The weigh station was destroyed by a careless species with no regard for human life."
There was a silence among them.
"What are we going to do?" asked Segundo.
"I've made a decision," said Concepcion. "Only because one had to be made immediately. If you think I'm wrong, it's not too late to change that decision. But I don't think I'm wrong. I told Selmo not to decelerate. Rather than move for Weigh Station Four, we're moving to intercept the ship and attack it."
The reaction was fierce and loud as everyone began speaking and shouting at once. Concepcion raised her arms to quiet them, but the tumult continued.
Segundo's voice thundered over everyone else's. "Quiet!"
The voices died.
"Let's hear her out," said Segundo.
"Thank you," said Concepcion. "I know what I'm suggesting is extremely dangerous, but consider our situation. As far as we know, no one else is aware that this ship is headed to Earth. No one else knows it's killed hundreds of people, or that it has a weapon powerful enough to annihilate anything within a hundred thousand kilometers of it or more; or that its creatures care nothing for human life and will attack without provocation. We're the only people who know that. And right now we don't have any means of issuing a warning. Weigh Station Four is gone. We can hope that Victor will reach Luna and warn Earth, but he's still several months away. The hormigas will cover a lot of space in that time. And if we let them, if we do nothing, more people will die."
"How can we possibly stop it?" said Dreo. "We can't compete with its tech and weapons. A whole fleet of warships couldn't stop it. You thought going up against the pod was impossible? This would be a thousand times worse."
"We don't have to destroy it," said Concepcion. "It might be enough to cripple it. That would give Earth more time to build a defense, or it would give military ships enough time to come and destroy it."
"And how would we cripple it?" asked Dreo. "We have five PKs. Five. Have we forgotten how big this thing is? We're a fraction of its size. Five PKs might not inflict any damage."
"I don't know how we'd do it," said Concepcion. "That will require thought. But doing nothing isn't an option. If we let it go, families will die. Whole clans maybe."
"No offense," said Dreo, "but that's not our problem. We did our part. We destroyed the pod. We saved nine people. We sent Victor to Luna. We lost Toron and Alejandra and Faron. We've made our sacrifices. We've done our duty. What you're suggesting will get us all killed. This is out of our hands now. It's too big for us to solve."
"I agree with Concepcion," said Edimar. "If we can make an attempt to stop it, we should."
"Of course you agree," said Dreo. "You lost half your family. You're angry. I, for one, would like to live. Besides, did we not just establish that they have a weapon that can destroy everything around it? How could we even get close enough to attack it?"
"Don't think of it as a weapon," said Segundo. "Think of it as exhaust."
"What difference does it make?" said Dreo. "If it fires it, we're just as dead."
"It does make a difference," said Segundo. "Because if it just unleashed a massive amount of exhaust, then it stands to reason that it won't release more exhaust for some time. If we're going to strike it, now is the time."
"You can't be serious," said Dreo. He looked at those around him. "Am I the only one who thinks this is insane? What about our children? Are we willing to risk them, too?"
"We don't have to do this alone," said Concepcion. "There are other ships ahead of us. If we can contact them, we can enlist help. Maybe we could load the children onto another ship and keep that ship out of the fray."
"We're not a warship," said Dreo. "This isn't our fight."
"It is our fight," said Concepcion. "It is most definitely our fight. That ship is a threat to every human alive. Now, if all of you tell me I'm wrong, if all of you disagree, then I'll stop the ship. Otherwise, we're attacking that ship."
"How can we enlist help with all this interference?" asked Rena.
"The radio will work for up to a few hundred kilometers," said Segundo. "It's the long-distance messages that can't get through. If we get close enough to another ship, we can get a high-bandwidth message through. Holo to holo."
"Who would help us?" said Bahzim.
"We'd have to be selective," said Concepcion. "The only mining ships that could likely intercept the hormigas are ones that are already moving in this direction at a high velocity. There isn't time for other ships to change their course and accelerate up to our speed. Selmo, what ships ahead of us qualify?"
Selmo wiped his hand through the holospace and busied himself with the data from the Eye. "I've got ten ships in front of us, but only two of them are matching our speed and moving in our direction."
"Two ships?" said Bahzim. "That's not much of an assault, especially if one of them is going to take the women and children."
"What are the two ships?" asked Concepcion.