33: Keelin
Keelin
Keelin circled the Proteus once more. It was a newer model, one of the limited 9-Series out of Corinthia. It had modded boosters and a toughened hull. When Keelin brushed a hand over the casing, a tingle ran along her arm, told her the hull was active too.
“Nice,” she said to herself.
She reached the nose, checked the cone. It held the forward sensors, and on this model they were protected by a thin layer of ‘phene, which must’ve cost a small fortune. The micro-fibre particles would increase sensor range and detail—useful, when Keelin intended to push to maximum velocity as soon as they were up high enough. That way, they’d reach the target in a little under a couple of hours. Even with the cargo.
Okay, they were personnel, but they weren’t crew, so she was transpo
