Lets get to work. Celene bent to study one of the damaged panels.
He rummaged through his tools until he found the sonic welder he needed, then began his repairs on the life support systems. Gabela had spoken the truth. Only a handful of power remained, and soon the hauler ship would be deadincluding anyone who was on it.
The heat in the chamber made it feel like a small sun. But the flush in his cheeks came more from what Celene had said moments earlier. These past two solar days had been extremely strange. His awe of her hadnt lasted more than a few solar hours, for it had become clear to him that, despite her reputation as an utterly untouchable hero, she was no different from any other sentient being in the galaxy.
She left her used kahve cups in the galley without cleaning them, and her clothes were thrown all over the small sleeping chamber in the back of the Phantom. When hungry, she had little patience for anyone and anything, including herself. She liked to eat Qivani sugarcakes, but she only allowed herself half of one, saving the other in a heat-pouch for later. She knew a surprising amount of racy Uilan poems, but she was the one who looked surprised when he joined her in reciting the last stanzas.
And she was lonely.
Stabilized life support, he said over his shoulder. We dont need to worry about running out of oxygen.
Good work, Calder. Now toss me the sonic cutter.
He smiled to himself, knowing he could not expect excessive praise for doing his job. Weve been sharing a tiny Phantom for days now. You can call me Nils.
Fine. Nils, toss me the sonic cutter.
He lobbed the tool across the small chamber. She caught it with a quick grab, her reflexes precise, then flashed him a smile before returning to her work.
Getting back to his own labors, his mind processed both what circuitry needed repairing, as well as the more complex systems that comprised Celene. Over the past three solar days, with time to fill, theyd had many conversations: about life before joining the 8 thWing, what life meant after joining. Shed recounted dangerous missions, and, at her urging, hed talked of some particularly difficult engineering challenges. She asked enough questions to let him know that she was actually interested, and it eventually occurred to him that she knew very few people outside of the Black Wraith Squad. Not by choice, but circumstance.
He joined two ruptured circuits. It was far easier to connect wires than people.
A woman with her reputation, idolized by many, possessed elevated status within the 8 thWing. But it also isolated her. She mentioned only a handful of friends. Never a lover. No one truly close to her. Not even Commander Frayne, though it was clear that they did have a friendship.
Did you ever think about becoming a pilot? she asked Nils now. Maybe even Black Wraith. Youve got the sharpness for it.
Gods, no. Im happiest elbows-deep in a ships guidance systems, not a ships cockpit. Recruiting?
She shrugged. I always need a good manthe squad needs people, I mean.
NerdWorks, through and through. He watched her as she deftly spliced power cables. Perhaps you should consider joining Engineering.
She chuckled. Pilot, through and through. Flying is what I do, what my parents did and their parents. And its damn satisfying to blow PRAXIS out of the sky. Besides, she added, Im too much of an egotist to work behind the scenes.
So you do like the attention.
A little. She shot him a glance. Am I not supposed to admit that?
Engineering isnt all grunt work and crawling through service tubes. We take our share of the bows.
Even you.
He pointed to the numerous patches on his sleeve. When they gave me these commendations, I had to stand in front of the whole Engineering Corps on base and listen as my superior read a speech about me and my contributions to the 8 thWing. And I stood there trying not to grin, though gods knew I wanted to.
She smiled. I wont feel so badly next time I polish my medals.
You should never feel badly about what youve achieved.
Believe me, I dont. She turned
back to her work, half-burying her next words. Its other people who have a problem with it.
Was that the cost of prestige? He had his own reputation in Engineering, but no one outside of NerdWorks ever came up to him and slapped him on the back, congratulated him for his incredibly innovative plasma-conversion processor. No one whispered about him in awed tones as he walked down the corridors of the base. No one expected him to be better than everyone elseexcept himself. He always held himself to a high standard.
Not Celene. She was Stainless Jur. Flawless. Except she wasnt. But rather than disappoint him, it made Nils appreciate what she had accomplished that much more.
Could he even say that to her? And would she want him to?
Yes, Lieutenant Celene Jur was far more complicated than the most arcane computer system. But if he had to choose between simplistic and complex, he would choose complex, every time.