Larry Niven - Footfall

Rohrs overrode Franklin’s answer. “Don’t, unless you can open nine-bravo. We need that steam path.”

Oh, holy shit! “Roger. Here I go.”

He dove forward. The handholds were hot through his gloves. The ship maneuvered, so that he wasn’t quite in free-fall, but there wasn’t real gravity either. Ragged metal ends reached out to scrape against the hard upper torso of his suit.

He reached the valve wheel. “Max?”

Nothing. “I don’t think he can hear you,” Jeff Franklin said. “Harry, do you need help?”

“Not enough room in here for two. Tell Max I’m opening nine-bravo now.”

The big valve wheel didn’t want to turn. There was nothing to brace his feet against, and the valve wouldn’t respond to onehanded operation. Got to move slow. Careful. Think it through. He placed his feet as carefully as an Alpiner on a granite wall. Finally he had both braced, his left foot wedged into a wide crack in one bulkhead.

“Turn, you mother! Got it! Now to close nine-alfa.”

He didn’t dare look at the temperature gauge on his wrist. The valve wheel was all the way forward. Beyond it was a smooth-edged hole four feet around. Stars shone through that.

Between him and the valve was a jet of steam.

“Jeff, make them stop acceleration for a moment. I have to jump.”

“Okay. Command, this is Franklin. Reddington needs things stable for a minute.”

Static in Harry’s intercom. Then Franklin. “You can have two minutes, exactly four minutes from now.”

“Roger.” If I can live four more minutes. He could hear each heartbeat as a base drum in his head. Slow down. Calm. Relax … Relaxation made the pounding sound worse.

There were flashes out there, outside. Shadows flickered through the hole in the hull.

Jeri. Melissa. They never found the bodies. Hell, here I come!

“Stand by, Harry. Ten seconds. Okay … now.”

Harry leaped across the gap. Steam played over him.

It was cooler on the other side. The black outside seemed to suck heat away. “Got the valve. Turning it. It’s turning — shit! Have to brace my feet.”

“Harry, can they maneuver now?”

He sensed urgency in Franklin’s voice. “All right.”

“I’ll relay warnings. Acceleration. Stand by.”

WHAM

Left foot here. Right foot. Okay. Grip. Turn. Turn. His left foot slipped. Sharp pain ran up his shin. A small plume of steam came out at the ankle. Steam? That hot in my suit? He tried to brace his foot again. The universe shrank to a sticking valve wheel. Behind him the steam plume was tiny, nearly as small as the plume from his suit.

“You got it, Harry, get the hell out of there!”

“Coming.” Turn, you bastard. Turn. His foot hurt like hell. Forward was the black of space, cool. If I wedge in that hole I can get leverage. He moved forward. One quick look outside.

The Mother Ship was far ahead, still too far for details; but the drive flame was a spear, not a dot. She had turned sideways. Trying to dodge. To dodge one of the Shuttles. Harry could see the familiar triangular silhouette limned against the flame, easing forward, past the flame…

Flame burst from near the center of the cylinder. They rammed, Harry thought, and they did it right. Big Mama’s drive flame veered, and suddenly there was a brighter streak in the violet-white. Yellow and orange, and the wavering flame was veering back into line, but down the violet-white spear ran a stream of bonfire-colored flame.

“Jeff—”

“Yeah? Harry, get out of there!”

“In a minute. Jeff, tell the boss. Shuttle Four. Atlantis. They rammed. They hurt that mother, they hurt her. I can see it did something to the drive. They hurt her—”

“Harry, are you all right? Get out of there!”

“Yeah, they rammed! They damaged her! They damaged the drive! Now we’ll catch her. Something inside the drive is boiling away, you can see it in the flame. And the impact point, it’s a pit, and I bet I can see — four layers deep. Big Mama must be built like a Heinlein Universe ship, for spin, you know? Layers wrapped around a free-fall axis. We hurt her.”

“Yeah—”

“Tell Gillespie, damn it!”

“You tell him! Come on, Harry!”

Harry shined his light down. The small jet from his left ankle was pink. The gauges showed that he had five minutes of air. It was cool out here, most of him outside the hull. His legs were inside. It was hot in there. Go back in there?

Five minutes. It takes three or four to get through there. And it’s hot …

“Maneuvering. Acceleration. Stand by.”

WHAM

In there? With acceleration?

“Incoming. Harry, move!”

“Can’t move, Jeff. Anyway, I’m leaking.”

“Harry! I’ll come get you—”

“Bullshit! Get your goddam hero medal rescuing somebody else.”

“Harry—”

“Incoming. Missiles.”

“Harry — oh, shit! Maneuvering. Stand by.”

“More missiles coming. I think they’ll hit,” Harry said. “Tell Gillespie. We hurt them. Tell him.”

Sometimes Jeri Wilson thought she heard — or felt — shocks, but mostly there was the steadily increasing acceleration that had topped out at around one Earth gravity. No one — or no fi’ — had been interested in the storeroom. She’d lost all track of time.

“Arvid, we can’t just sit here doing nothing!”

“What would you have us do?”

Jeri glared at him. “You’re the damned expert! But we ought to be doing something.”

Dmitri spoke sharply in Russian.

“Our commander says you should make less noise,” Arvid said.

“That’s another thing. Why is he in charge? You’re smarter than he is. You know spaceships. He doesn’t.”

She felt Arvid’s hand on her shoulder. His fingers gripped tightly. “You wanted to come with us.”

And you’ll send me away? But he wasn’t threatening. Worse than threats. Reminds me of promises. “We could — we could open air shafts. Find a way to vacuum. Threaten the women and children.”

“You are bloodthirsty,” Arvid said.

“No. I hate it. This isn’t my game at all. But we have to do something! We wouldn’t have to kill them, just show we could. Between that attacking ship and whatever we can do, maybe they’ll surrender.”

Dmitri spoke in Russian.

“Tell her yourself,” Arvid said.

“It won’t work,” Dmitri said.

“Why?”

“We cannot threaten all of the women and children,” Dmitri said. “Without atomic weapons we cannot threaten all those aboard this ship. Thus, why would they surrender?”

“But—”

“We would not surrender,” Dmitri said. “Not even Comrade Rogachev. So why should the Invaders?” Jeri huddled in the corner.

“We wait,” Dmitri said. “We will have one chance. We must not throw that away.”

“What if it never comes?” she asked listlessly.

The ship rang like a great brass bell. The wall slammed against them.

Thuktun Flishithy shuddered with the impact.

Alice picked herself off the duct floor. Her whole body was bruised. There were spots before her eyes. A whistling shriek echoed through the ducts. The gravity fell to near zero, then began to build again.

What the hell was that?

The scream was dying, or else she was going deaf. She moved to the nearest grill.

A horror was out there. An armed snout, floating in the hall, turning. Stunned. Alice didn’t stop to think. She twisted the wing nuts loose and wriggled through. The horror still hadn’t made a move to anchor himself. Alice kicked toward him.