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can’t tell me there’s no point in trying - chapter 6

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A string of half-formed curses from under the ship makes Hunter chuckle.

“That all you got?” He bends himself over, craning his neck up to check on Omega’s handiwork. Her blonde hair is plastered to her forehead, grease and soot smeared across every inch of her face. She lays on her back on the dolly, arms flung out to each side. Her glare sends daggers through Hunter’s skull.

“The damn thing spit on me,” she exclaims and weasels her way back out toward the daylight.

“Ships can’t spit,” Tech calls dryly from the opposite side, and Omega rolls her eyes and gives the loudest, most obviously-annoyed sigh she can muster.

Laughing, Hunter goes to retrieve a rag for his sister.

He’s glad he decided to remove his upper blacks and keep on the loose, white, natural-fiber shirt he’d acquired from the locals. The air is so hot and humid that even his advanced, altered heat-resistant biology can’t keep up with it. He’s sweating buckets under his leg armor, even with the breathable shirt up top. The next planet they stop at will be an ice planet, he decides then and there.

After a good wipe-down of her face and a long drink of electrolyte water, Omega is a new person again.

“Let’s never come here again,” she begs. “This place hates us.”

“I second that,” Echo grumbles.

Hunter can’t help but agree. Just walking feels like he’s swimming through a boiling sea.

“Omega!” Tech calls. “Did you get that capacitor replaced?”

She barely opens her mouth to answer, when a grating, metallic, slithering voice interrupts them.

Hunter should have sensed it coming.

“Hands in the air, clones. ”

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