Craig ignored her. “You were filming for Presit? On the station?”
“Although I are not getting visuals when she are wearing the suit,” Presit answered before Torin could.
Torin sighed, and Craig suddenly realized just how much of her weight she was resting against him. Her eyes, or at least the one eye not swelling shut, looked as tired as he’d ever seen them. “It’s a long story.”
“And there are being no time to tell it now. Merik are sending equations to station where Wardens are waiting!”
“Oh, I just bet they’re still waiting,” Torin growled. “God forbid they should actually do something.”
“I are still recording.”
“I are not giving a crap.”
Smiling, although damned if he knew why because they were deep in crap whether Torin cared or not, Craig let his left hand fall back to the board. “Ressk . . . ?”
“Diagnostics are back. I’ve adjusted the parameter equations for damage taken.”
Hoping Merik was Presit’s pilot and not her PR flunky, Craig added the equation for the destination to Ressk’s adjusted equation for the Second Star and brought the Susumi engines on-line.
“Merik are saying it are being a good idea to get your thumb out. Although everyone who are watching my vids are knowing that where Gunnery Sergeant Torin Kerr are being, the Berganitan are being, too, we are not exactly looking like a battle cruiser if they are running long-range scans”
Resisting the urge to cross his fingers, Craig punched it.
“Five-day fold,” Ressk announced.
“Then I think you’d better sit down, Gunny.”
Craig glared Werst away from Torin’s other side. “I’ve got her, mate.”
“You’re not exactly in great shape yourself,” the Krai snorted.
The reminder made everything ache as he stood. “I’m good for this.”
“She’s got herself,” Torin muttered but Craig noticed she didn’t fight him as he half carried her across the cabin. They needed this. Needed the contact. He eased her into the bunk—a temporary measure, he’d be commandeering the Star’s three-by cabin for the two of them as soon as he had looked at her injuries.
“Ow.” She caught at his hand as he tried to pull the piece of fabric off her forehead.
“Fine. I’ll get a damp cloth and soak it free, you big baby.”
Ignoring their audience—Ressk, at least was trying to look like he wasn’t watching them—Craig limped across the cabin and opened the hatch to the head.
The young di’Taykan sitting on the closed toilet blinked pale eyes, yawned widely, and muttered, “It’s about fukking time. Who the sanLi are you?”
Backing up a step, Craig closed the hatch again. Took a deep breath and turned toward the bunk. “Torin, why do we have a di’Taykan in the head?”
“. . . and while it is true that you have gathered enough information that the Law . .”
Years of practice allowed Torin to remain expressionless at the Warden’s emphasis. If the Law hadn’t been sitting on its furry ass, the pirates would have been dealt with and Craig would never have been taken.
“. . . has now moved forward and, working with the both branches of the military has all but eliminated this threat to peace and security in the sector of space shared by Vrijheid Station and, in point of fact, regained Vrijheid Station itself and prosecuted the one who created the false impression it had been destroyed . . .” One Who Examines the Facts and Draws Conclusions frowned. Torin suspected he’d gotten lost in his own rhetoric. He shifted slightly, highlights rippling across red-brown fur, and continued before the Niln sitting to his left could interrupt. “It is, however, undeniable that you, in the process of rescuing Civilian Salvage Operator Craig Ryder and preventing a certain criminal element from gaining control of a Marine armory, broke a number of Confederation laws. While the deaths of ex-Private Reerir, ex-Private Tirrik, and ex-Lieutenant Commander Doctor Christopher Stephens could be considered self-defense . . .”
“And have been judged to be self-defense,” Colonel di’Gui Salarji pointed out.
One Who Examines shifted his gaze off Torin and onto the lawyer the Commandant of the Corps had assigned her back before the judgment began. “Yes,” he agreed ponderously although, in all honestly, Torin had to admit that ponderously was the Dornagain default so she shouldn’t read anything into it. “These three instances have been judged to be self-defense, but there remains the assault of the civilian di’Carnibi Nia, abetting the illegal system tap . . .”
The colonel snorted. “An illegal tap in order to bring down an illegal system.”