him make the mental connections. “If they own the drives and the resource that powers them, they’ll be unstoppable,” Rhys said.
“Yes. They’ll certainly outfit their military ships first, once they scale it up. They can jump in, attack, and jump out before our reinforcements can arrive. It’ll be the fall of House von Hasenberg and likely House Yamado. It may already be too late to stop them, but I have to try.”
“The Consortium may be far from perfect, but I’d take it over a single House dictatorship any day,” Rhys said.
I turned back to my console. “Let’s see who else is out there,” I said. I tweaked our stealth level so the scanners could check surrounding space. When the results started streaming in, I frowned at the screen and tweaked the settings again.
“What’s wrong?” Rhys asked.
“I’m picking up a whole lot of empty space,” I said. “Getting faint signals from the planet, but nothing in orbit or in a wider patrol.”
“A trap?” Loch asked, finally joining the conversation.
“Possibly. Or I’m completely wrong about the importance of this planet.”
“Or Rockhurst doesn’t want to call undue attention to their little project by having a flotilla guarding it,” Rhys said.
I rubbed my face, feeling the weight of responsibility and divided loyalties. I had a kid on board, but that kid would have a shitty future if Rockhurst steamrolled the other Houses, not to mention most of my siblings would be on the front lines if it came to war, the first to die.
And, more selfishly, if I found enough information, I could bargain with Father for the freedom to choose my own path in life.
“I have to get a closer look,” I said finally, “trap or not. But first the FTL must be functional. After the emergency shutdown, I’ll have to go down and manually start it up again.”
“Loch and I can handle that,” Rhys said. Loch didn’t seem super enthused to be volunteered, but he didn’t disagree.
“Thanks. While you do that, I’ll go through the logs and see if I can figure out what happened.”
They left and I dove into the diagnostics. It took a bit of backtracking but I finally found the root of the problem: the drive had been much too hot at the beginning of the jump. Turning off the alcubium had also turned off some sort of accelerated cooling.
Adding alcubium made the drive operate at a higher temperature but with better cooling. And because the engineers who built the ship had bolted the alcubium on a standard FTL, the safety coding was a mess—the fail-safes hadn’t caught the fact that the drive was too hot for a standard jump because it was within spec for an alcubium-boosted jump.
I disabled the six-hour jump. Conventional jumps would have to wait the full two days for the drive to cool sufficiently. Until the safety coding was fixed, we’d be taking conventional jumps slowly. It was overly cautious, but we’d come close enough to disaster that I didn’t want to risk it a second time.
After Rhys and Loch went through the manual startup for the FTL, I enabled the alcubium again to help bring the drive temperature down. Plotting a jump course showed a fifty-five-minute cooldown. With the alcubium once again in use, I had to believe it was within spec. If I started doubting every command, I’d drive myself crazy.
We were three hours out from XAD Six and still flying stealthed. I set us on a course that would put us into orbit if I didn’t alter it, set the sensors to maximum sensitivity, then went to grab a snack.
Veronica sat facing the door, staring into a steaming mug, when I entered the mess hall. Lin and Imma sat across from her. Lin was talking a mile a minute between bites of a grilled cheese sandwich, but Veronica’s smile was wan.
I waved her over, and Lin turned around when she stood up. “Lady Ada!” he said.
“Hello, Lord Lin,” I said. “Is that grilled cheese? Grilled cheese is my favorite.”
He beamed at me. “It’s my favorite, too!”
“Don’t talk with your mouth full,” Imma said gently. “And finish your lunch.” Lin pouted but turned back to his food without complaint. It was clear Imma adored the kid and Lin returned her affection.
I led Veronica over to the galley to give us a bit of privacy. “You okay?” I asked quietly.
“Yeah,” she said. “Just trying to revert to Universal. Lin barely slept, so we’re all tired.” She waved her mug. “Caffeine helps.”
So did adrenaline,