I found myself breathing hard, but grinning at the thrill of it.
“Tell me that last one wasn’t fun,” I said on the private line to Nedd. I looked across to where he flew beside me, the hologram reproducing him—helmet and all. He was a bit of a brute, oversized, with a face that seemed too big for his head. I couldn’t imagine how it must feel to squeeze into one of these cockpits at a hundred and ninety-three centimeters like he was.
“Fun is sitting at home,” he said, “with your feet up, enjoying a mug of something warm. All of this is over my head.”
“Oh, please,” I said. “I’m not buying your act, Nedd.”
“What?” he said. “I’m just a normal guy.”
“Who grew up in the deep caverns?”
“I actually grew up here. In Alta.”
“What, really?” I said, surprised.
“Yeah, I went to school with Jorgen and Arturo down below, but my parents keep the orchard.”
“So you’re not just some normal guy,” I said. “You were schooled with the elite, and your parents volunteered to do the toughest job on Detritus. Beyond that, how many brothers do you have who are pilots?”
“Dunno,” he said. “Can’t really count that high.”
“You do the worst job of playing dumb I’ve ever seen.”
“Then I can’t even do that right,” he said. “Extra proof, right?”
I rolled my eyes as we joined another run. Nedd seemed determined to pretend he was some kind of big, dumb crony. But he overdid it, likely by intent. Even rocks weren’t as stupid as Nedd acted sometimes.
On the battlefield, Hurl and Kimmalyn zipped past a Krell ship. Hurl got her IMP off just right, but Kimmalyn had not only been flying too close—so she got caught in the blast too—she panicked when her shield went down and veered to the side. Which smashed her into the Krell ship.
I winced. It had been a while since any of us had made a mistake that blatant. Nedd whistled slowly, then hit the comm. “Nice explosion, Quirk. Seven out of ten. Try to spin your wreckage a little more next time you fall.”
“Bless. Your. Stars.” She muttered it, which was practically cussing from Kimmalyn.
“Heh,” Nedd said.
“You shouldn’t taunt her,” I said on the private line to him. “She’s trying hard.”
“Everyone needs someone to blow steam at, even her. Especially her. She’s so uptight sometimes, I think she must have done her belt up two extra notches.”
“She’s just from a different cavern,” I said. “Her culture makes her more polite.”
“She’s nervous,” he said. “She knows she’s our worst pilot. Ignoring it will only make her more nervous. Trust me.”
Huh. “And what do you think of Hurl?”
“She’s good,” he said. “But not as good as she thinks she is.” He grew silent for a moment. “She used to pretend all this was a game. She was an athlete, you know.”
“Like, a real one?”
“Yeah. Digball player. Carrier position, one of the best in the student league. Seems like everything’s a competition to her, but then we lost Bim and Morningtide, so now she’s gone all quiet. She doesn’t know how to react now that she can’t see flying as a game.”
“I thought you said you were stupid.”
“Dumb as cold rocks.”
“And your insightful read on our companions?”
“Just making small talk. Saying whatever pops in my head, you know? You’re lucky it made any sense whatsoever. Usually it comes out as grunts.”
“Oh please.”
We flew a few more exercises, during which Nedd made some pointed grunting noises. Seriously, I couldn’t tell if he was childish, or an elaborate prankster . . . or, well, he was certainly both of those things. But maybe something else too?
Cobb eventually called for us to line up, then take runs one at a time, so he could watch us each and give us specific feedback on how to improve. And though I was enjoying this, I was glad for the break—it was grueling work.
I watched each of the solo runs, and we were actually starting to look like real pilots. The way Hurl spun after her dodging Krell was impressive. And while FM could be too careful, her flying had an inspiring precision to it.
Kimmalyn did her solo run next, and she actually managed to IMP the Krell. I smiled, and called her when she came back. “Hey,” I said over the private line. “Good job.”
“I didn’t crash,” she replied. “So that’s new.”
“You almost never crash.”
“I almost never win a drill either.”
“We’ve all got talents. Yours is sniping from a distance. Mine is swearing at people.”
“Swearing