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. Retrieving his handbag, he helped the Little One to his feet. The two of them descended, with Jamil's assistance, through the airlock. Quong remained to finish his computer work, then he, too, departed.
Xris inspected the hull plate, climbed down off the chair. He took off his tool hand, stowed it away, replaced it with a hand fitted with smaller tools, designed for more delicate work in case any of the computers went down or needed adjusting.
"We have fuel enough in the command module for the jump to Ceres," Rowan reported, completing the calculations. "And maybe a short hop after that."
"Just get us to Ceres," Xris said. Chewing on the twist, he sat down in the copilot's chair, glanced back up at the hull plate. "I hope to hell that thing holds. Don't shake this baby around too much, will you, Harry?" Harry gulped, glanced sideways, cleared his throat loudly. "What now?" Xris demanded. "NOROF's locked us out of the docking computer. I can't retract the mooring clamps."
"What can you do?" Xris asked resignedly. He was, he realized, almost past caring.
"Well ..." Harry ruminated. "I can try to rip us free, using full engine power. But that hull plate might give--"
"I don't think so," Rowan reported, studying her screen. "According to the stress factor calculations--"
"Do it," said Xris. "Put on vacuum suits and helmets, just in case." He stood up, went to the airlock, peered down into the launch module
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