Furious Gulf
Chapter One
Toby watched his father walk the hull.
Killeen was a silvery figure, his suit tuned to reflect as much
radiation as possible. A mirror man. Slick light slid over him as he
moved, shimmering with the phosphorescence of stars and gas. Toby
could follow Killeen's smooth, slow lope as a rippling warp against
the fiery background.
-Dad!-Toby called over his skinsuit comm band.
-What? Oh ... -Killeen's surprise came through the fizz of comm
static.-How come you're outside?-
-Crew's wondering how come you're out here so long.-
As Cap'n of the Argo, Killeen could do whatever he liked, of course.
But Toby had felt the growing uncertainty among the officers inside.
Somebody had to act, to say something, so he had pulled on his
skin-tight suit and come clumping out here. Lately Cap'n Killeen had
kept himself isolated. He came out here to hike over the fat curves
of the ship's hull, often not even leaving his suit comm line open.
Killeen said distantly,-I'm navigating. Watching.-
The big man's watery image flowed, liquid with light, as Killeen
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