CHAPTER 592877 Nosferan swarmship
The silence and the weightlessness of space reminded Muriel of being back in the ocean again on Olinda. The suit wrapped around her spoiled some of that illusion, but not much.
She drifted toward the swarmship. She didn't have any lights. Cold thrusters on her legs and arms gave her control, letting her swim through space. The weak drag of the thrusters was less than water, but the movements were the same.
Carefully, the same way she might approach one of the behemoths of Olinda's oceans, Muriel used easy strokes to glide closer and closer to her target.
Don't pay attention to me, she thought. Nothing threatening here.
The swarmship was much bigger than anything she had faced in the oceans. The rough dark hide stretched out above her like a wall acros
