CHAPTER TEN
“I think we can try turning her on,” she called to his feet late the next afternoon. The sun’s bite was sharp on her face. Toni shaded herself with her hand, peering down from the top of the Renegade’s ramp. Dan lay beneath the wing, but toed the trolley out from underneath at her announcement.
“Wait for me,” he called up. Oil painted his face. She turned away from the sight, hiding her grin.
Two and a half weeks since the crash and Renegade was finally patched and rebuilt. It wasn’t pretty by any means, but hopefully the Stargazer would be functional. Toni led him into the cockpit.
“Shenghi! What did you do in here? Throw an end-of-solar-year booze up?”
“Funny. I’ve been working on your CII, not as your housemaid,” she replied. Lifting the rewired board she’d created to a
