JAS HAD ONE JOB: PROTECT Lingiari. The loss of gravity had taken everyone by surprise, but now Loba and the officers were becoming accustomed to the weightlessness. Though she’d shoved him away as hard as she could, Grantwise was still the nearest of them. He floated only a couple of meters away from the flight control desk. Jas pointed her weapon at him. The man stopped reaching to get a grip on something, but from the corner of her eye she saw the other officers were taking advantage of her focus on the pilot. They were edging closer. She swung her weapon round.
One of her feet was hooked through the back of the pilot’s seat, where Lingiari floated against the straps of his safety harness. He was furiously swiping the pilot’s interface, bringing up fast-flowing figures. He began keying
