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Black　figures；　taller　and　slimmer　than　a　man　were　dragging　people　kicking　and　screaming
towards　the　skiff　hanging　in　the　air　outside。　As　he　stood　frozen　on　the　spot；　transfixed　by　the　horror
of　what　he　was　seeing；　a　struggling　woman　was　knocked　to　the　ground　by　a　backhanded　slap；　and
hauled　towards　the　gaping　cargo　bay　door　by　her　hair。
A　score　of　people　were　already　trussed　up　on　the　mid…deck　of　the　skiff；　lying　in　a　moaning　pile；
their　hands　bound　behind　their　backs。
One　of　the　black　figures　turned　its　faceless　helmet　towards　Solon；　and　he　felt　a　fear　that　he　had
never　before　experienced　as　the　reflective　eye　lenses　bore　into　him。
The　figure　barked　a　word　in　a　language　that　Solon　could　not　understand；　spun　on　its　heels　like　a
dancer　and　swung　something　up　from　its　side。　With　a　flick　of　its　arm　it　hurled　the　object　towards
him；　spinning　it　end　over　end。
Even　as　the　dark　figure　cast　its　weapon；　Solon　was　backing　away；　and　he　tripped　over　the　boy；
Dios；　who　was　clinging　to　one　of　his　legs。　Solon　fell；　swearing；　and　the　spinning　weapon　scythed
above　him　to　strike　one　of　his　crewmen　who　had　come　up　behind　him。
The　man　fell；　gagging；　his　hands　clutching　at　the　weighted　wires　wrapped　around　his　neck。　A
flicker　of　energy　coursed　along　those　constricting　wires　and　the　man　fell；　convulsing　violently；　to
the　ground。
Scooping　the　boy　up　in　his　arms；　Solon　punched　the　door　panel；　bringing　the　hatch　slamming
back　down；　and　turned　and　ran；　leaping　over　the　twitching　figure　on　the　ground。
The　other　cargo　bays　were　to　the　left；　the　engines　to　the　right；　and　Solon　paused　for　a　second；　not
knowing　where　to　go。　The　boy　wrapped　his　arms　around　Solon’s　neck；　burying　his　face　against　his
chest；　and　a　pair　of　Solon’s　crew　came　running　down　the　stairs　towards　him；　their　faces　fearful。
“Run；”　shouted　Solon；　and　as　he　heard　the　hatch　behind　him　slide　open　he　made　his　decision；
turning　and　bolting　to　the　right。
The　pair　of　crewmen　stood　staring　behind　Solon；　firstly　in　incomprehension；　then　in　dawning
horror。　There　was　a　rapid　sound　like　air　being　expelled；　and　one　of　the　men　collapsed；　his　left　leg
peppered　with　tiny　splinters　that　tore　through　his　overalls　and　the　flesh　beneath。　The　other　man
turned　to　run；　but　he　was　too　slow　and　splinters　shredded　his　legs　from　under　him。　His　agonised
scream　followed　Solon　as　he　ran　into　the　engine　room；　slamming　his　shoulder　against　the　wall　as　he
rounded　a　sharp　corner。
The　massive　twin…engines　were　silent；　and　he　raced　between　them；　his　heavy　boots　echoing
loudly。　Steam　billowed　up　from　beneath　the　walkway　grid；　where　the　massive　drive　shafts　and　gears
of　the　crawler　lay　dormant　and　motionless。　He　swung　around　to　the　right；　and　grabbed　the　metal
rungs　of　a　narrow　ladder　that　climbed　one　of　the　inner…hull　walls。
“Hold　on；　boy；”　he　said；　and　the　child　tightened　his　grip；　clinging　to　Solon　like　a　limpet。　With
his　arms　free；　Solon　pulled　himself　up　the　ladder；　expecting　at　any　moment　to　be　cut　to　shreds　by　the
enemy。
Half　way　up；　he　leant　out　from　the　ladder　and　tried　to　loosen　the　access　hatch　that　led　out　to　the
exhaust　stacks。　The　circular　wheel…lock　wouldn’t　budge。
“Come　on；　damn　you；”　Solon　hissed；　casting　a　quick　glance　towards　the　entrance　to　the　engine
room　as　another　strangled　cry　echoed　down　the　hall。　His　hands　were　slipping　on　the　wheel；　and　he
strained　with　all　his　might　to　turn　it。　His　face　was　red　with　exertion；　and　he　had　almost　given　up
hope　when　he　felt　the　hatch　lock　give　a　little。　With　renewed　strength；　he　yanked　the　wheel　into　the
unlocked　position；　and　pushed　it　outwards。
Snow　billowed　in　through　the　hatch；　blinding　him　for　a　second；　before　Solon　urged　the　boy
through　the　hole。
“Go；　boy。　Now！　I’ll　be　right　behind　you；”　he　said　in　a　hoarse　whisper；　casting　a　quick　glance
behind　him。　A　shadow　was　stalking　into　the　engine　room；　a　bladed　pistol　of　alien　design　in　its　hand。
Solon　pushed　the　boy　through　the　hatch；　receiving　a　kick　in　his　face　for　his　troubles；　almost
making　him　lose　his　grip　on　the　ladder。　With　a　shove；　he　pushed　the　boy　clear；　and　scrambled　his
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way　through　the　hatch。　His　hands　slipped　on　the　ice…encased　metal　exterior　of　the　crawler；　and　he
could　not　get　any　purchase。　He　kicked　his　legs　awkwardly；　half　in　the　hatch　and　half　out；　expecting
a　hand　to　grab　him　at　any　moment　and　drag　him　back　inside。　The　boy　tugged　at　his　arm
ineffectually。
Awkwardly；　he　managed　to　squirm　through　the　hatch　onto　the　small　balcony　outside　from　where
running　repairs　could　be　made　to　the　exhausts。　He　cast　a　glance　back　through　the　open　hatch　to　see　a
lithe　figure　looking　up　at　him。　In　an　instant；　it　raised　its　pistol；　and　Solon　threw　himself　to　the　side；
dragging　the　boy　with　him。
Splinters　of　rapidly　propelled　metal　hissed　through　the　open　hatch　and　sliced　through　the　steel
exhausts　as　if　they　were　made　of　synth…paper。　Lifting　the　boy；　Solon　threw　him　over　the　edge　of　the
crawler；　and　vaulted　the　balcony　railing；　praying　he　wouldn’t　crush　the　boy。
He　hit　the　ground　hard；　and　winced　as　shooting　pain　lanced　up　his　left　leg。　He　could　hear
screams　on　the　wind；　and　he　dragged　the　boy　with　him　as　he　ducked　beneath　the　crawler；　squeezing
himself　between　its　massive　tracked　units。
He　was　already　shivering　uncontrollably；　having　discarded　his　thermal　undershirt。　There　was
little　room　in　the　cramped　space　beneath　the　crawler；　but　he　managed　to　struggle　his　exposure　suit
up　over　his　body；　and　he　pulled　its　hood　down　low；　securing　it　over　his　face。　The　boy　too　had　pulled
his　exposure　suit　hood　over　his　head；　and　he　stared　back　at　Solon　through　its　two　circular　gogglelenses。
Together；　they　crawled　beneath　the　massive　undercarriage　of　the　tracked　hauler。　Solon　saw　the
slumped　form　of　one　of　the　Skyllan　Interdiction　soldiers　and　his　hopes　were　raised　for　a　moment
before　he　saw　the　blood。
Drawing　the　boy　away　from　the　grisly　sight；　Solon　squirmed　further　beneath　the　hulking　vehicle；
moving　towards　the　darkest　recesses；　the　boy　crawling　silently　behind　him。
They　froze　as　a　weight　crunched　down　into　the　snow　nearby；　and　Solon　looked　into　Cholos’s
terrified　face。　The　crewman　had　landed　on　his　hands　and　knees；　and　his　exposure　suit　hung　half　off
down　his　back。　Solon　gestured　swiftly　for　him　to　crawl　under。　Clearly　not　having　seen　them　in　the
darkness　beneath　the　crawler；　Cholos　scrambled　to　his　feet；　and　began　running　blindly　into　the
storm。
Solon　almost　shouted　out　to　him；　but　a　pair　of　slender　shapes　dropped　down　into　the　snow；　silent
and　deadly。　They　landed　lightly；　and　took　a　few　unhurried　steps　towards　the　fleeing　man。　Their
glossy　black　legs　were　all　that　was　visible；　but　Solon　stared　at　them　in　horrified　fascination。　The
spiked；　overlaying　plates　of　armour　flexed　as　easily　as　synth…fabric；　moulding　to　the　contours　and
muscles　of　the　figure’s　legs。
Cholos　continued　his　mad　flight　into　the　storm；　but　Solon　knew　that　he　would　not　escape；　and
his　heart　wrenched　as　he　heard　the　cruel　laughter　of　the　black…clad　raiders　as　they　watched　his
plight。　They　will　gun　him　down　any　second；　Solon　thought。
They　didn’t。
Instead；　a　sleek　shape　hurtled　out　of　the　darkness；　its　form　blurred　by　speed　and　the　howling
gale。　A　missile；　was　Solon’s　first　thought；　but　then　he　saw　that　there　was　a　figure　hunched　upon　the
rapidly　moving　object；　and　he　realised　that　it　was　a　bike　propelled　by　anti…grav　technology。
The　rider　leant　down　and　slashed　with　a　blade　as　the　jetbike　streaked　past。
Cholos　was　spun　by　the　impact；　blood　spraying　out　onto　the　snow。　Still；　the　wound　was　not　fatal；
and　he　leapt　back　to　his　feet；　a　hand　clutching　at　his　shoulder。　His　assailant　was　nowhere　to　be　seen；
lost　in　the　darkness　and　the　storm；　and　Cholos　turned　around　on　the　spot；　eyes　wide。　Solon　felt　sick
as　the　raiders　laughed　once　more；　the　sound　making　his　skin　crawl　with　its　cruelty。
The　bike　roared　out　of　the　darkness　behind　Cholos；　streaking　past　him；　knocking　him　down
before　being　once　again　swallowed　up　in　the　storm。
Cholos　was　slower　to　rise　this　time；　and　blood　gushed　from　his　arm。　Solon　didn’t　want　to　watch
any　more；　for　the　raiders　were　toying　with　the　man；　but　he　found　that　he　couldn’t　look　away。
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Again；　the　bike　came　out　of　nowhere；　and　C