but it was good thinking.â
Mavry turned his attention to Carlo.
âYou lasted for four and a half minutes,â he said. âStrategy?â
âThere was a gap between the center of the Earth formation and the right flank, covered only by one damaged destroyer,â Carlo said. âI angled the keel to put as much armor as I could between me and them and tried to shoot the gap.â
âAnd what happened?â Diocletia asked.
âThe Earth commander sniffed it out and was able to plug the hole before I could get through,â Carlo said. âBut I almost made it.â
âAlmost,â Mavry said.
âAlmost isnât bad in an unfair test,â Carlo said.
Diocletiaâs eyebrows leaped upward.
âAnd why was it an unfair test?â she asked.
âThere was no way to win,â Carlo said.
âAnd that canât happen in real life?â Diocletia asked, holding her sonâs gaze until he looked away. Then she turned to Yana.
âYana, you lastedââ
âNinety-eight seconds,â Yana said, arms folded.
âAnd your strategy?â Diocletia asked.
âAimed all guns forward and headed full throttle into the center of Bysonâs line,â Yana said.
âWhere you were destroyed,â Diocletia said.
âI destroyed two enemy warships,â Yana said. âNeither Tycho nor Carlo had even one kill.â
âYou destroyed two enemies, yesâbut at the cost of your life and your ship,â Diocletia said.
Yana shrugged. âSometimes youâre gonna die.â
8
DARKLANDS
T ycho didnât figure out what was bothering him until two days after the Comet returned to Callisto: his old room didnât feel like his anymore, just like the Hashoone complex no longer felt like home. It was just a placeâfamiliar, but not special beyond that.
Tycho was lying in his old bed, having given up on homework for the moment. The ceiling showed a view from a camera outsideâa black sky littered with stars. Callisto didnât rotateâone side of the moon always pointed at Jupiter, while the other faced away from the planet. The Hashoones and all the other Callistan settlers lived on the dark side, using the moon as a shield against the radiation generated by Jupiterâs magnetosphere.
Tycho reached over to his nightstand and flipped a control, changing the ceiling to the bright blue sky of a sunny day on Earth. Heâd never seen Earthâs skies, but the light and the colors comforted him anyway. Humans had evolved in those conditions, and a few hundred years of living under very different skies werenât enough to change what felt natural.
But today, the blue sky just made him more aware of the illusion, reminding him that he was looking at an image projected on a stone ceiling, above which were twenty meters of rock and dirt and then the hostile, frozen surface of the moon.
Tycho decided that looking at the ceiling was a waste of time, so he heaved himself off the bed and left his room, leaning against the railing to stare down into the well of the Hashoonesâ home. Known as Darklands, it had been built around a mine shaft drilled more than four centuries ago, when the family first came to Callisto as settlers from Earth. The mine had once been rich, yielding enough minerals and pockets of frozen gases to make the Hashoones wealthy, so they could afford a homestead of their own instead of living in the crowded squalor of a settlement like Port Town.
Tycho walked down the ramp that corkscrewed around the outer wall of the old mineshaft, connecting old equipment lockers and storerooms that had been converted long ago to bedrooms and offices. Slabs of rock sealed off the old tunnels. Tycho let his hand trail along the rough rock wall, listening to the echo of his footsteps. He tried to imagine what it had been like in Gregorius Hashooneâs day, when the shaft had been filled with the hammering of
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