A Mote in the VoidThe clanging sound had been there for several minutes before Kelly really noticed it. Everything on the damn ship rattled or vibrated or squealed. She looked around, floating there in the cramped cylinder of the work habitat, trying to figure out where the new noise came from. It sounded like something banging on the outside of the hull. How the hell could that be?
Maybe some part of the comm rig knocked loose in the meteor strike, or a solar cell flapping around. Power was certainly down, although she expected that, this far out. Some damn thing was broken out there. She laddered herself along the grabs and flew aft to press her ear against the curving aluminium bulkhead. Whatever had come loose was only centimetres from her head, out there in the void of space. Bang, t
