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- A thousand fight-or-flight micro-impulses prickled along Chandra's spine as she followed clouds of raw aether down into the ship's hold. Mist swallowed the base of the stairs, and she heard a whistling hiss—the kind of sound she never wanted to hear when aboard an aether-powered vehicle, hundreds of feet in the air.
- She didn't see the interloper until she got down into the hold with Hope of Ghirapur. There stood Dovin Baan, almost everything else obscured with aetheric steam.
- "When I first came to you and your compatriots, Monk Nalaar," Dovin said, "I had planned to recruit your help. I see now that that my plan was badly flawed."
- Through the steam, Chandra could see the access plug. Some sort of mechanical grippers had cut a neat hole in the airship's belly and allowed a single person into the ship. The grippers had then sealed the hull off again, but a fuel conduit had been severed, and the cracked pipe was spraying aether everywhere.
- Chandra pulled her gloves tight and advanced toward him. "Get off my dad's ship."
- Dovin held up a pair of pliers. Gently held in the thin jaws of the pliers was a piece of torn metal, a tiny filigree cage that housed a compact, powerful module. It was from the aetheric disruptor—the crucial piece of Hope of Ghirapur. And just as Chandra recognized it, Dovin crushed it.
- ***
- "This airship has lost significant fuel supplies," Dovin said calmly. "For your safety, I would advise to land the ship soon."
- ***
- Breaking Points
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