All I knew was how to stand and face Palmer.
Palmer raised the hand not covered in lightning and waved off to the side. “Fire.”
I flinched. “Palmer, it’s going for the hydrogen tanks. You’ve got to stop it.”
“Fire.” His voice warbled up the scale. “For, for for for—for for fire.”
The lightning-sheathed hand came up, dangling a massive metal-cased block by frayed wires. The plastic coating on the wiring sizzled and smoked under the crawling blue charge. The way the whole thing swung, it had to weigh as much as I did.
“Palmer,” I said, mind churning to come up with something. “Can you shut your systems down? We can get you to a medical pod before there’s any more damage.”
“Fire,” Palmer hissed. “Firefirefirefirefire. Forfire.” The arm holding the metal block swung back.
“You can stop
