Part 1 (2/2)

he asked ominously. ”An empty spot with no collapsed stars, or pre-star dark ma.s.ses, or something hidden behind dust clouds? That kind of empty spot?” He waved a hand toward the canopy. ”And out toward the Unknown Regions on top of it?”

”We don't have enough data in that direction for him to have done a proper calculation anyway,” Maris said, coming unexpectedly to Car'das's defense.

”That's not the point,” Qennto insisted.

”No, the point is that he got us away from Progga,” Maris said. ”I think that deserves at least a thank-you.”

Qennto rolled his eyes. ”Thank you,” he said. ”Such thanks to be rescinded if and when we run through a star you didn't see, of course.”

”I think it's more likely the hyperdrive will blow up first,” Car'das warned. ”Remember that nullifier problem I told you about? I think it's getting-”

He was cut off by a wailing sound from beneath them, and with a lurch the Bargain Hunter leapt forward like a giffa on a scent.

”Running hot!” Qennto shouted, spinning back to his board. ”Maris, shut 'er down!”

”Trying,” Maris called back over the wailing as her fingers danced across her board. ”Control lines are looping-can't get a signal through.”

With a curse, Qennto popped his straps and heaved his bulk out of his seat. He sprinted down the narrow aisle, his elbow barely missing the back of Car'das's head as he pa.s.sed. Poking uselessly at his own controls, Car'das popped his own strap release and started to follow.

”Car'das, get up here,” Maris called, gesturing him forward.

”He might need me,” Car'das said as he nevertheless reversed direction and headed forward.

”Sit,” she ordered, nodding sideways at Qennto's vacated pilot's seat.

”Help me watch the tracker-if we veer off this vector before Rak figures out how to pull the plug, I need to know about it.”

”But Qennto-”

”Word of advice, friend,” she interrupted, her eyes still on her displays. ”This is Rak's s.h.i.+p. If there are any tricky repairs to be made, he's the one who'll make them.”

”Even if I happen to know more about a particular system than he does?”

”Especially if you happen to know more about it than he does,” she said drily. ”But in this case, you don't. Trust me.”

”Fine,” Car'das said with a sigh. ”Such trust to be rescinded if and when we blow up, of course.”

”You're learning,” she said approvingly. ”Now run a systems check on the scanners and see if the instability's bled over into them. Then do the same for the nav computer. Once we get through this, I want to make sure we can find our way home again.”

It took Qennto over four hours to find a way to shut down the runaway hyperdrive without slagging it. During that time Car'das offered his help three times, and Maris offered hers twice. All the offers were summarily refused.

Sometime during the first hour, as near as Car'das could figure from the readings tumbling across the displays, they left the relatively well-known territory of the Outer Rim, pa.s.sing into a shallow section of the far less well-known territory known as Wild s.p.a.ce. Sometime early in the fourth hour, they left even that behind and crossed the hazy line into the Unknown Regions.

At which point, where they were or what exactly they were flying into was anyone's guess.

But at last the wailing faded away, and a few minutes later the hypers.p.a.ce sky collapsed into starlines and then into stars. ”Maris?”

Qennto's voice called from the comm panel.

”We're out,” she confirmed. ”Running a location check now.”

”I'll be right there,” Qennto said.

”Wherever we are, we're a long way from home,” Car'das murmured, gazing out at a small but brilliant globular star cl.u.s.ter in the distance. ”I've never seen anything like that from any of the Outer Rim worlds I've been to.”

”Me, neither,” Maris agreed soberly. ”Hopefully, the computer can sort it out.”

The computer was still sifting data when Qennto reappeared on the bridge.

Car'das had made sure to be back at his own station by then. ”Nice cl.u.s.ter,” the big man commented as he dropped into his seat. ”Any systems nearby?”

”Closest one's about a quarter light-year directly ahead,” Maris said, pointing.

Qennto grunted and punched at his board. ”Let's see if we can make it,”

he said. ”Backup hyperdrive should still have enough juice for a jump that short.”

”Can't we work on the s.h.i.+p just as well out here?” Car'das asked.

”I don't like interstellar s.p.a.ce,” Qennto said distractedly as he set up the jump. ”It's dark and cold and lonely. Besides, that system up there might have a nice planet or two.”

”Which means a possible source of supplies, in case we end up staying longer than we expect,” Maris explained.

”Or a possible place to settle down away from the noise and fl.u.s.ter of the Republic for a while,” Qennto added.

Car'das felt his throat tighten. ”You don't mean-?”

”No, he doesn't,” Maris a.s.sured him. ”Rak always talks about getting away from it all whenever he's in trouble with someone.”

”He must talk that way a lot,” Car'das muttered.

”What was that?” Qennto asked.

”Nothing.”

”Didn't think so. Here we go.” There was a screech, more genteel than the sound from the Bargain Hunter's main hyper-drive, and the stars stretched out into starlines.

Silently, Car'das counted off the seconds to himself, fully expecting the backup hyperdrive to crash at any time. But it didn't, and after a few tense minutes the starlines collapsed again to reveal a small yellow sun directly ahead.

”There we go,” Qennto said approvingly. ”All the comforts of home. You figure out yet where we are, Maris?”

”Computer's still working on it,” Maris said. ”But it looks like we're about two hundred fifty light-years into Unknown s.p.a.ce.” She lifted her eyebrows at him. ”I'm thinking we're going to have a stack of late-delivery penalties when we finally get to Comra.”

”Oh, you worry too much,” Qennto chided. ”It won't take more than a day or two to fix the hyperdrive. If we push it a little, we shouldn't be more than a week overdue.”

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