Gretchen turned back to her panel and toggled to Parker and Bandao's channel. "Parker, an engineering crew from the Cornuelle will be joining you shortly with a portable fuel-cell unit." She glanced down at the diagrams. Maggie's long, claw-tipped finger slid under her arm, indicating a section of corridor. "You can speed things up, I think, if you move – ah, about five meters back down the corridor – there will be an access plate – ah, from your current vantage, overhead – marked with an engineering glyph. Remove the plate and you'll find a pair of power-runs which lead to the hatch motor -"

"Understood," Parker cut in, already moving with his length of pipe. He kicked away from the blast door and tumbled gently to fetch up near the panel. "I see it -"

Beep beep beep!

"All units, hold position!" A raspy voice barked across the shipside channel, overriding Parker's comment. Gretchen flinched back from the panel as a series of warning glyphs flashed on her display. An audible tone silenced the quiet chatter on the bridge of the Cornuelle. "We've found someone."

"Who is this?" Gretchen hissed at Magdalena, waving her hand at the display board. The Hesht bared her teeth in response, almost spitting, but white claws flashed and the video feeds of all the men aboard the Palenque leapt into view on the panel.

"This is Sergeant Fitzsimmons, Anderssen-tzin." The Marine's Skawts accent was very dry and controlled. On the medical feed, his heartbeat had ticked up a little, but his respiration was holding steady. "V-channel six."

"I have it," Gretchen snapped, then she froze, grasping the image being projected from the Marine's suit camera. In comparison to the quality of the video thrown by the Company suits, Fitzsimmon's transmission was as sharp as a 3v broadcast at home. "What -"

"Three bodies, ma'am," the Marine said, gliding forward, his boots making a shhhhh-thup sound on the deck as he moved. The muzzle of his shipgun was not pointed at the sprawled gray-and-tan shapes on the open decking in front of him, but on the dark recesses of some enormous open space. At the very edge of his camera's field of view, Gretchen caught sight of the second Marine also making a slow advance, gun at the ready. "They're wearing Company tags."

"Where are they?" Gretchen muted her throat mike, whispering to Magdalena.

"The main shuttle bay, sister." Maggie zoomed both Marine camera feeds and jacked up the ambient light amplification.

A huge space sprang into view, curving walls looming overhead and the heavy, blunt-nosed shape of a shuttle filling the darkness to the right, a pale light gleaming in the cockpit windows. Directly ahead of the two Marines, three crumpled shapes in z-suits were sprawled on the decking only a meter or two from some kind of an access hatch. Gretchen felt a creeping chill at the loose, floppy limbs of the suited bodies.

"Maggie, what is behind that hatch?" Gretchen was whispering again.

"The starboard power, data and environmental venting lines." The Hesht was distracted, staring at her displays. "Wait one, wait one…"

Gretchen ignored her, watching in sick fascination as Fitzsimmons advanced on the bodies, the glare of his suit light throwing them in sharp relief against the corrugated decking. The Marine paused, gun high, and gave the side of one of the helmets a soft kick with his boot. There was no sound, but the glassine helmet rolled over, revealing emptiness. The suit tag read PГ‚TECATL.

"The chief engineer," Magdalena said after a moment. "PГўtecatl, Susan Alexandra. Company employee, six years. Master's chief certification and engineer aboard the Palenque for three years."

"Sergeant, check all the suit seals." Hadeishi's voice was very calm and even over the channel. "Sho-sa Kosho, please halt the movement of the engineering team toward the Palenque."

Fitzsimmons's gloved fingertips slid back the metal plate covering the environmental controls on the empty z-suit. A row of faint green lights appeared. "Suit integrity intact, sir."

Gretchen sat back in her seat, a tiny bead of blood oozing from her lip. Damn.

"Check the other two," Hadeishi said in a conversational tone. "Deckard, advance to the power panel door and open the accessway. Isoroku-san, please observe heicho Deckard's suit camera."

A distant Hai! echoed in the silence on the bridge.

Fitzsimmons stood up, his camera view swinging to check the rest of the boat bay. Though his shipgun was still at high port, Gretchen thought the man had ceased to worry about something leaping out of the darkness at him.

"Captain Hadeishi…" She started to say, but the commander met her eye and shook his head slightly.

"The Palenque is now under level-two quarantine, Anderssen-tzin." He said quietly. "Something consumed the men inside those z-suits after they had a sealed environment. We must presume everyone aboard is in the same danger – indeed, they may already be exposed – and we cannot risk the Cornuelle as well."

"How long -" Gretchen was almost immediately interrupted by Magdalena sinking a claw into her shoulder, and Isoroku's voice grumbling over the engineering channel.

"Hadeishi-san, look at the feed from Deckard's suit." The engineer's voice sounded both depressed and filled with righteous anger. "Sloppy civilian contractors…" He muttered.

Deckard's v-feed showed the inside of the utility run, a circular space filled with the heavy blue shapes of air and water returns, the darker reddish channels of data feeds and the charred black traces of power conduit.

"What happened to this stuff?" Deckard snorted, poking at the ruin inside the utility tunnel with the tip of his rifle. "It's all burned up!"

"Stay alert, Heicho." Fitzsimmons's voice was very sharp on the comm, and the sergeant was almost immediately in the accessway, shining his lamp up and down the shaft. "Back up and cover the boat bay. Thai-i Isoroku, are you getting a good feed from my camera?"

The sergeant panned his lamps slowly over the tangled mess, letting the engineer get a good look.

On the bridge of the Cornuelle, the captain leaned on the arm of his chair, watching Isoroku's face twist in thought on the v-feed from engineering. "Well?"

The engineer scowled into the pickup. His bald head was shining with a faint, fine sheen of sweat. "Poor materials, Captain." A thick finger stabbed at a screen out of the field of view. "We'll need a sample, but I'll say now the material used to insulate and EM-screen the power conduits was substandard – using some kind of organic in the composite. Something the weapon attacked and stripped away." Isoroku shrugged his heavy shoulders. "The conduit temperature spiked from all the waste heat, and then the superconductors failed and power went out."

"Did conduit failure shut down the fusion plant?" Hadeishi was smoothing his beard again.

"Unlikely, kyo." The engineer looked off-screen. "All three of those suits have engineering cert badges on them. Perhaps the attack started on the starboard side, power started to fail unexpectedly and they started a reactor shutdown, then moved to see what was happening."

Hadeishi nodded to himself, sighing. "And fell dead on the way, consumed."

"Captain?" Gretchen had risen up in her seat, tucking one leg under. "We've found something interesting."

"Yes?"

"There are higher levels of waste products in the hangar bay," Magdalena said, her throaty voice rolling and rumbling. "Complex carbon chains, waste gases, long chain organics. The sensors on the Marines' suits are starting to pick them up. And…"

Hadeishi raised one eyebrow and leaned forward. "And what?"

Gretchen tapped a control on the display panel and a section of video doubled, then trebled in size. A window, glowing with light, and a shadow against a bulkhead were plain to see. "There's someone alive inside the shuttle."