Chapter Twenty-Three
Ragnarok felt lighter. Cody knew that was a ridiculous thought. Reggie, Joel and Peppy’s combined weight was a miniscule fraction of a percent compared to the overall weight of the ship and its cargo.
It was a different kind of weight. Their absence made the ship feel less alive, less like the home they’d come to know, and more like a thing. A piece of metal that launched them through space.
But it was also a piece of metal with two mounted turrets and a full battery of torpedoes. And those were going to ensure that Ragnarok remained the home they’d come to know, and that each of the Notches would live long enough to step foot on it again.
“Coming up on our position,” Cody said from the bridge.
“Aye,” Sam acknowledged from the top turret.
As far as plans go, this
