Twenty
Arela strode into the rec hall and stopped in the middle, hands on her hips. Behind her, Piran and Quin crept through the door.
“Piran, I want the doors to the Hub double-sealed.”
“You know how much power that will drain?”
“You know what those things will do if they get in? And I want sol. Just in the rec hall. We’ll bunker down here.”
“On it,” he said, moving to the terminal by the servery, and Ryann had to remind herself how the system protected itself under emergency conditions—linking direct with a lattice would not work anymore. Piran tapped and swiped, and the light in the room grew with that wonderful yellow glow.
“Quin, work with Piran, see how we can conserve power, and check if there’s any possible way to contact Metis. Torey, Farrell—perimeter check. Anywhere we
