Part 19 - The Belly of the Beast
"Void!"
It comes out as a gasp more than a curse. "Yeah, we'll leave," she mutters in belated reply to the tech's command. "Not so much our problem any more." Her voice rises slightly - also somewhat nasal, as Shard has decided to try breathing through her mouth. "We should probably also bring some portable air supplies..."
The call to Rhijans trails off as the older woman decides it's better to go back to breathing through her nose. Her stomach heaves and she swallows the taste of bile. Amazingly enough, the acrid flavour is a distinct improvement. Oh, there are things she could do right now, small tricks allowing her to ignore the smell, but why?
This way, it's not acting; it's reality.
"I'm gonna..." Again the words trail off, and she jerks a thumb toward the hatch. "C'mon, you lot," Shard gags. "Everyone clear!" And off she goes, hurrying for the way out, tool-kit clutched to her chest, a pathetically ineffective shield against the horrific stench.
Poor Juragga, and his sensitive nose! Had the malfunction been Haarmon? The timing seems all too fortuitous. Brilliant, brilliant ploy...
...there's no cursed way I'm using the fresher until we get back to the base.