“Gloria,” I called while we waited for the Actuals to transfer into the backpack. “We’re done here.”
“Hunter, I hear you, but the Essta’s been hit hard. We’ve lost the primary engines. Alex is working on it, but I don’t know if we’ll be able to get to you.”
I growled in frustration. “That’s fine. You take care of the ship. We’ll find another way.” I shot Kyrshaw a glance, regretting that the Actuals were both sealed away in the backpack I carried and unable to help. “Think we can steal a shuttle from another bay?”
He shrugged. “Perhaps. But I suspect it would be advantageous to linger here for some time longer. I expect we will have another means of extraction soon.”
I gave him a questioning look, but he just grinned.
Then one of the ZYR commandos pointed out the open bay doors. “Is t
