Something To Hold On To“Perez, Tyrus, help me get this off.”
Jagr stands up and pats the twisted hypercarbon of the support. The thing must weigh at least ten tonnes. Even in our powered suits, there's no way we'll get that off the ground as long as the ship is under thrust.
But Tyrus and I grab the support and haul with all our might while Jagr uses a loose piece of machinery as a lever. Soledad helps as good as she can with her free arm.
The thing doesn't budge.
“Again.”
We heave. Nothing gives.
“Again.”
Jagr throws the lever away and digs her armoured fingers under the piece of machinery.
“Jagr,” I try.
“Again, I said.”
We heave again. Still no give.
“Again,” she screams and pulls with all her might. There's a snap and two of the tendons of her armour come loose as she pulls.
