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had found that out months later from her brother, when he was less than sober.

"Tamsin!" There was that voice, again.

"I'm in, Cap!" she chirped.

She heard a sigh. "Tamsin, listen to me. Your ship's been damaged; stabilizers and
attitude control gone. There's a rescue team on the way out. From the Endeavor. In
order to stabilize your ship, I'm going to come up underneath you so we can attach
a tow. But you're going to have to do some controlling work yourself, all right? Do
the port and starboard auxiliary thrusters still show power?"

Auxiliary thrusters? What in hell were auxiliary thrusters doing on the side of a
mountain? Damn that Rho'kharis!

"Tamsin, reach out and take control of the ship."

If you say so, she thought. Surprise crossed her features when she felt the hard,
cold plasteel of the control panel hit her hands. "I'll be damned."

"What? Tamsin, can you see the aux-thruster panel on your left?"

"Uh-huh."
"Good. Now listen to me. Do everything I sayтАж"

"Whatever." Her mind felt fuzzy again but she strained, listening. This was Kyne
Rho'kharis. Alastair's friend. Ex-mercenary who wanted to be a monk. But he did
kiss pretty damn wellтАж

-4-

Rho'kharis eased his fighter closer, powering down until they were almost
touching. He kept talking to her, reassuring her, hearing the confusion in her voice
and trying not to let his own reflect the panic he was feeling. If he lost her... He
banished the thought.

There was a small thunk as he locked the grappling hook onto the other fighter's
underside. Quickly, he fed in the interface requirements, feeding power to her
damaged engine, data to her malfunctioning systems. Tamsin's ship's engines
misfired, once, twice and to those watching from the bridge of the Endeavor it
probably looked like the two fighters were embracing, executing a bizarre space
ballet.

Tamsin's ship finally leveled out, though her port thruster still sputtered weakly.

"Endeavor, this is Rho'kharis. We'll accept that tractor tow now. With our thanks.
But keep your speed down. I don't know how much more she can take." He didn't
know how much more he could take. He'd almost lost her.

"That's affirmative, Lieutenant. Tractor commencing now."