ah, negative on that request commercial freighter 'nan-shan'. i've already got an inbound on that approach pending a beacon-fix. hold on my mark until i get back with some confirmation. rimward traffic control out.
how's it looking?
better tell the boss.
marsco went belly-up on the dow jones.
yesterday. we got the network feed from gateway; it was the top story on 'sixty seconds'. biggest market crash since twenty-four.
you win some, you loose some.
no, but i got something that might interest you.
a pair of incomings. they popped-up on the medium-range about thirteen twenty-four local time.
yeah. turns out they dropped straight out of hyperspace.
curious thing is, the mass detector says they're too small to carry a deep-space drive.
and if you thought that was interesting, watch this.
we ran a trajectory simulation. if they carry on along that path, it's possible they'll make intra-orbital insertion.
seven minutes ago, the third course change in an hour. those incomings are going to skim past the communications platform just a little too close for comfort.
okay, give me the numbers.
what do you need?
it's on the board.
picking up velocity.
i'll go along with that.
rhinos look a little antsy,
do you hear that?
i don't believe it.
wait a minute.
holy mary.
the door's sealed from inside. doc revna's in there, and it sounds like ackland's going nuts.
oh my god.
shit.
what's happening?
we're what!?
how many of them are there?
it you don't.  uh!.  move your ass, you're gonna need a helluva diet to get through here!
behind you!
it's too late!
unconfirmed reports of eighteen or so far, but the numbers are all over the place.
auto-shop's sealed, but those boys are cut-off.
not yet.
thirty six hours?
we're not gonna make it, are we?
oh, man.
well, what about those other things outside; those warriors? maybe we can cut some kind of deal.
shut up, york.
about thirty minutes. those are slimmed-down tanks, so no stopping to admire the scenery.
we've dumped the whole data-base from one of the cleaning remotes into the helmet. it'll project the route through the sewer system onto the inside of the glass as you go.
tight. we chose a route we felt would reduce the chance of you running into any aliens.
all clear.
are you alright?
comin' up the central reservoir.
i found it.
drains right into the central reservoir.
i can't reach her. too much signal break-up.
hiroko, it's cassie. what's.
but.