SynopsisAn accident during wormhole travel strands two ships -- from different places and times -- on the same planet together. Can they make it through their first year without being wiped out by the hazards of their new surroundings...or by each other?
Excerpt"We heard the countdown," Elias says. He closes his eyes again, not watching what Vass is doing with the first aid kit. "Then everything blacked out."
"That's how it went up in command, too," Vass says. "Going to give you something for the pain, you'll feel a quick jab."
Elias nods once. "Thanks," he says. The prick of the needle is nothing, and almost immediately he feels more detached from the agony in his left side. "Not sure how long the blackout lasted. Thirty seconds? Less? But when the lights came up there was an alarm going off in there. Rusch was trying to fix it."
"The main power, maybe?" Vass asks. She's wrapping something cool and smooth around his elbow.
"Fuck, I hope not," Elias says. "Did we...did we at least make it through?"
Vass moves from his elbow to his shoulder. "Don't know yet," she says grimly. "We almost lost our pilot. Madigan and Shizuka are working on getting us up and running again."
They're thoroughly screwed, Elias translates. It must be the painkillers that make that idea so easy to swallow. "Whatever went bad in there," he says, nodding to Engineering, "it went bad fast enough that Rusch couldn't get clear."
"You're sure he didn't make it," Vass says. Doesn't sound like a question.
"He was in pieces," Elias says.
"Shit," Vass says, which sums up the whole situation pretty well as far as Elias can see.