“Hunter?”
Hunter opened his eyes to the dim, bluish glow of the emergency lights reflecting off the faceplate of his helmet. Every inch of his body ached after the abuse of trying to drive the comet away from Synaria. Cautiously, he moved each arm and leg to test it, checking for pulled muscles, wrenched tendons, or broken bones. A relieved sigh escaped him. Only a few dozen bruises, thank the stars.
“Hunter? You all right?”
“Yeah, Commander. Sore as hell, but I’m here. How about you?” He lifted his head a bit to try and spot Seeker and Disaster, but they weren’t in the forward section.
“I think I’m gonna have permanent welts from this damn harness. Crap, I hurt. I wonder how the others are doing.”
“I don’t know yet. They’re not up front.” Hunter swiveled his head to look at his
