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JaAm 4: Renegade Chapter 1Jane Porter held the small glass bottle up to the light of the ceiling lamp in the small dispensary to check the colour. A distant rumble which she was aware of more through the timbers beneath her feet than through her ears told her that the ships engines had powered up. The vibration increased slightly, making the bottles and vials tightly-packed onto the shelves in the small, bright room ring off each other before they settled again. She squinted at the bottle in her hand once more before nodding in satisfaction and putting it to one side on the folding table she was working on. Picking up a clipboard, she ticked off a line and turned to the next bottle. A movement in the doorway made her look up and she saw Surgeon-Lieutenant Gray watching her work. The young Macropodian doctor held up her notebook and Jane leaned forwards to read it.
ARE YOU MANAGING?
Jane nodded, remembering the surgeons muteness. Quite well, doctor, yes
JaAm 3: Dark Matter (Part 6)
It was already evening before Amelia returned to her new cabin and closed the door behind her. She stood for a moment facing the wood, while the magnitude of the day's events settled on her. Taking a deep breath, she took off her blue coat, turned around and paused for a moment when she saw Jane standing in front of the captain's desk. The detritus on the floor was gone, cleared away and packed neatly. The girl looked up at her hopefully and smiled, holding her arm nervously.
"Um...I hope you don't mind, but I sort of let myself in here...I thought you'd be back soon and I just thought...well...it looked like it could do with some tidying up..."
Amelia moved towards her silently, her heart suddenly racing, green eyes moving over her face, remembering all her features. Jane shifted awkwardly under the penetrating gaze and kept talking.
"...anyway, while I was doing that, I thought it would be good to just take a look around, you kno
JaAm 3: Dark Matter (Part 7)
The longboat from the Resolute coasted up to the Hawkesbury's side and was pulled in by willing hands. A bright pennant was flying from its mast.
"Attention!" Arrow's booming voice echoed across the deck. The assembled spacers and marines snapped to as Captain Forsythe stepped off the longboat and touched his hat.
"Permission to come aboard," he said formally.
Amelia saluted in return. "Permission granted, sir. Welcome aboard." She gestured to Arrow, who nodded to Ko, who touched her own hat and turned to her troops.
"I trust that your ship is well, Ms Amelia?" said Forsythe. "I believe we sent across all the supplies you requested."
"Yes, sir. And special thanks for the medical supplies especially."
"Your surgeon was able to put them to good use, then?"
Amelia thought about Gray. "Yes, sir. And the additional crew as well."
She glanced sideways a
JaAm 3: Dark Matter (Part 4)
"Loose the headsails! Hands aloft, loose the topsails!"
Spacers sprang into action at Commander Chad's bellowed orders. Amelia watched the new sail unfurling over the repaired mizzen yard.
"Let go forward! Let go aft!"
She strained her ears to catch the traditional deckhands' reply to the order to cast off the mooring lines - "all gone crazy, all gone daft!" - but heard nothing. A sombre mood had settled over the ship. The tension caused by the missing spacers was felt throughout the crew. Desertion was a serious matter, punishable by death in time of war, and accomplices seldom fared much better than perpetrators. Everyone was watching themselves. The officers too were on edge, as desertion could be seen as a sign of ill-discipline engendered by poor leadership. There was a near-palpable sense of relief as the ship prepared to depart the scene of these troubles.
"Ventral thrusters, Mr Co
JaAm 3: Dark Matter (Part 1)
Jane Porter was standing by the helmsman on the bridge of the RLS Resolute, looking down at the main deck. The Megapteran Star Cluster was already a distant glow in the distance behind them as, battered but victorious, they sailed deeper into the Lagoon Nebula. The ship-of-the-line nudged aside a few errant wisps of gas and crossed into a pocket of open space. The distant walls of the nebula parted like a great window, allowing starlight to shine through clearly, picking out the sky with ten thousand diamonds. Despite the cosmic splendour laid out around her, however, Jane was paying close attention to a single figure working high up on the mizzenmast. Amelia was standing on the mizzentop, supervising a team of spacers as they rigged an elaborate network of ropes between the mizzen and mainmast, with two blocks and tackles at the centre. She looked small and frail from this distance, even though the mizzenmast was not th
JaAm 3: Dark Matter (Part 3)
Amelia sat at the captain's table in the day cabin, looking at her gold-edged plate and trying not to think. The dinner seemed to be taking forever.
"I do apologise for the venue," Forsythe said. "But I am afraid that our wardroom is high on the list of items needing your dockyard's services. I trust that this setting is not to your discomfort, your excellency."
"It's quite all right, Sir Edmund." Governor Atros Liden sat back in his chair. He was a pale-skinned human of late middle years, with the complexion and girth of someone who hadn't spent much time outdoors. He wore a ceremonial white uniform decorated with a purple sash and a golden chain of office that was far more ostentatious than the simple one Archimedes had worn when Amelia first met him and which brought back too many memories for Amelia to look any more closely at it. "And I am grateful for your hospitality."
"We are honoured by your presence,
JaAm 3: Dark Matter (Part 2)
Amelia closed the door of the captain's cabin behind her. The other officers were already assembled in front of Forsythe's desk at a respectful distance from the edge. The old man was sitting behind it, studying a map that Lieutenant Costell had unrolled across the mahogany surface. The click of the latch made him look up at her and Amelia saluted him.
"Good morning, captain. I apologise for my delay."
Forsythe waved it off. "You are the officer of the watch, Ms Amelia, it is quite understood."
"Mr Bryce has the bridge in my absence, sir," said Amelia. "I've left orders to be notified in the event of any development."
"Very good. Now." Forsythe sat back, steepling his fingers. "I'm sure by now that you are all acquainted with the events of early this morning. Mr Pemberton, your assessment, please."
The ship's rotund Chief Engineer produced a clipboard, already smeared with the
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