She liked the vents: the smallness and the creaking, breathing of the ship around her. Every so often there was a clang and a shudder, like the metal hulk in which she was curled had woken from some deep sleep and shaken itself back into life. Carefully, reverently Chiral unzipped the leather jacket wrapped around her small frame and slipped it from her shoulders, folding it into a perfect square in her lap. She tucked the arms tightly inside, like folding the wings of a bird. She'd never seen a bird, not really. But she imagined folding their wings was something like that, making the least out of the most a thing could be. She made the least out of herself too, pressing her bare shoulder blades into the warm metal and tucking her knees to her chest. She pressed the soles of her boots to the ceiling of the vent above her and wiggled her toes.
She felt the comforting crinkle of paper inside, all that knowledge just under her feet. One finger dug around behind her heel and plucked out a crumpled piece of paper. She flattened out the creases with the palm of her hand and held it inches from her nose to read in the half-dark of the vents. Slits of light cast tiger stripe shadows across the paper, so she turned it in her fingers to read the tiny print.
"Balaenoptera musculus is a member of the baleen whales growing up to 30 meters in length and weighing in at up to 170 tons. It is the largest living animal, and heaviest known animal on Earth."
She had read the pages over and over, committing each phrase to memory. But still, the worlds that blossomed from the ink on the page set her heart fluttering. Chiral closed her eyes and imagined herself in the great belly of a blue whale. The humming and clanking of the pipes around her faded. She could almost hear the low crooning call of whales searching through the wide sea. What did they search for" How did they always know how to get home, no matter how deep the sea and wide the horizon' Did they feel lonely singing to the murky darkness with no one to sing back" She could almost feel the gentle push and pull of water filtering through baleen combs. She'd never seen a whale, or a sea. But she could feel its rise and fall in every breath. She could feel the crash of waves in every beat of her heart. Whitecaps hurled sea foam to the uncaring sky, and far beyond the atmosphere of a world she'd never seen she was there, riding a solar flare and dreaming of whale songs.
Whales probably didn't look to the stars and dream of girls in vents. But she dreamed enough for all of them. When they were drifting through deep space, far from any port and any other souls, she would peer from the port windows at the vast nothingness beyond and wonder. How many stars stared back at her" How long had their light travelled before it hit her pale face" Is that what they wanted all along, or were they sad to have their light's journey end on her skin" She chewed her lip, deep in thought.
A bang against the floor of the vent sent her wheeling back on hands and knees, teeth bared.
"Get outta there little widget, "fore the Captain figures out you've been messin" around and throws you out the airlock." The low growl was familiar and she tried to calm herself. One breath, two. She was safe. No need for fear, she was safe. Chiral poked her head through the open vent and wiggled her fingers at the hulking man below her before disappearing back into the vent. Her voice echoed and distorted as she collected up her belongings.
"I wasn't doing anything Jax, just sitting, just being. No fiddling or nothing." She checked for everything that was hers, making sure to leave no piece of herself in the vent.
Jacket back across her shoulders; check. Papers stuffed back in her shoes; check. Hair on her head; a ruffle of her curls just to be sure. Two arms, two legs, ten fingers and toes; check. She'd left two oily footprints behind but that way the vent would remember her for next time, like a goodbye kiss. She patted her hip, squeezing a soft pair of fuzzy dice. Good luck; check. That left only one thing. There was a frantic search of fingers over cloth until she found where she'd tucked the scrap of metal into the strip of fabric she used to cover her chest. She wouldn't look at the bullet, but just knowing it was there calmed her. It was the first thing that had truly been hers, carved from her own flesh and brought with her from the world behind the glass to the world beyond it.
Now that she had all of herself together, Chiral gripped the edge of the open grate and swung her legs down through the hole. She landed lightly and straightened with a languid stretch, smiling coyly up at Ajax. He tapped one boot against the floor with a hollow click.
"You got your own bed and e"rything, Widget. No need to crawl around the pipes like a stowaway rat." She hopped up onto the fold-down counter and perched there, swinging bare legs back and forth.
"But I am a stowaway rat, Jax. " He sighed and leaned his rifle against his leg. He was on-edge today, dark eyes darting constantly to the door. Square fingers scratched at the stubble of a beard long-since moving towards grey as his other hand fiddled with zippered pockets. He pulled out a brick of protein and snapped off a corner before holding it out to her carefully, slowly like he was feeding a skittish animal.
"Rats're tasty if you can catch "em. You though en't got no meat on your bones, even if we could catch ya." She shrugged and snatched the food, viper-quick, from his palm. Her startling speed always caught him off-guard. She seemed so languid and calm until she moved quick as a clap of thunder. "And at least rats only chew through wires. You wiggle into places no rat should be and start messin' around." Chiral stuffed the protein into her cheeks and then licked each finger.
"We'd go faster if you let me cross the fuel line directly into the thinga-majigger." Another sigh.
"If you don't even know the name why do you expect us to listen, Widget' Besides, you en't never worked on parts like that. If you go messin" around, we'll all be dead in the sky."
"But the Argo told me. She wants to sing. She wants to dance, not plod along like this hauling scavenged junk from hell-hole to hell-hole." Ajax jabbed one huge finger towards her face, but his dark eyes danced with amusement.
"The Argo's an old bird. She dun't have nothin' good to say, just clanks and rattles. So it's best if ya don't listen. And watch yer fackin" language. Where'd you pick that up, anyhow?" She swatted his hand away.
"From you."
"Well, don't let me catch ya sayin" crap like that again, ya ken?" She nodded solemnly and hooked a pinky finger around his, sealing the deal with a quick shake.
"I ken. Now what?s got you so jumpy' You look like you expect raiders to fall from the ceiling." He frowned and slung his rifle back over a massive shoulder.
"Worse"n that. Captain says we're goin" world-side."
She felt the comforting crinkle of paper inside, all that knowledge just under her feet. One finger dug around behind her heel and plucked out a crumpled piece of paper. She flattened out the creases with the palm of her hand and held it inches from her nose to read in the half-dark of the vents. Slits of light cast tiger stripe shadows across the paper, so she turned it in her fingers to read the tiny print.
"Balaenoptera musculus is a member of the baleen whales growing up to 30 meters in length and weighing in at up to 170 tons. It is the largest living animal, and heaviest known animal on Earth."
She had read the pages over and over, committing each phrase to memory. But still, the worlds that blossomed from the ink on the page set her heart fluttering. Chiral closed her eyes and imagined herself in the great belly of a blue whale. The humming and clanking of the pipes around her faded. She could almost hear the low crooning call of whales searching through the wide sea. What did they search for" How did they always know how to get home, no matter how deep the sea and wide the horizon' Did they feel lonely singing to the murky darkness with no one to sing back" She could almost feel the gentle push and pull of water filtering through baleen combs. She'd never seen a whale, or a sea. But she could feel its rise and fall in every breath. She could feel the crash of waves in every beat of her heart. Whitecaps hurled sea foam to the uncaring sky, and far beyond the atmosphere of a world she'd never seen she was there, riding a solar flare and dreaming of whale songs.
Whales probably didn't look to the stars and dream of girls in vents. But she dreamed enough for all of them. When they were drifting through deep space, far from any port and any other souls, she would peer from the port windows at the vast nothingness beyond and wonder. How many stars stared back at her" How long had their light travelled before it hit her pale face" Is that what they wanted all along, or were they sad to have their light's journey end on her skin" She chewed her lip, deep in thought.
A bang against the floor of the vent sent her wheeling back on hands and knees, teeth bared.
"Get outta there little widget, "fore the Captain figures out you've been messin" around and throws you out the airlock." The low growl was familiar and she tried to calm herself. One breath, two. She was safe. No need for fear, she was safe. Chiral poked her head through the open vent and wiggled her fingers at the hulking man below her before disappearing back into the vent. Her voice echoed and distorted as she collected up her belongings.
"I wasn't doing anything Jax, just sitting, just being. No fiddling or nothing." She checked for everything that was hers, making sure to leave no piece of herself in the vent.
Jacket back across her shoulders; check. Papers stuffed back in her shoes; check. Hair on her head; a ruffle of her curls just to be sure. Two arms, two legs, ten fingers and toes; check. She'd left two oily footprints behind but that way the vent would remember her for next time, like a goodbye kiss. She patted her hip, squeezing a soft pair of fuzzy dice. Good luck; check. That left only one thing. There was a frantic search of fingers over cloth until she found where she'd tucked the scrap of metal into the strip of fabric she used to cover her chest. She wouldn't look at the bullet, but just knowing it was there calmed her. It was the first thing that had truly been hers, carved from her own flesh and brought with her from the world behind the glass to the world beyond it.
Now that she had all of herself together, Chiral gripped the edge of the open grate and swung her legs down through the hole. She landed lightly and straightened with a languid stretch, smiling coyly up at Ajax. He tapped one boot against the floor with a hollow click.
"You got your own bed and e"rything, Widget. No need to crawl around the pipes like a stowaway rat." She hopped up onto the fold-down counter and perched there, swinging bare legs back and forth.
"But I am a stowaway rat, Jax. " He sighed and leaned his rifle against his leg. He was on-edge today, dark eyes darting constantly to the door. Square fingers scratched at the stubble of a beard long-since moving towards grey as his other hand fiddled with zippered pockets. He pulled out a brick of protein and snapped off a corner before holding it out to her carefully, slowly like he was feeding a skittish animal.
"Rats're tasty if you can catch "em. You though en't got no meat on your bones, even if we could catch ya." She shrugged and snatched the food, viper-quick, from his palm. Her startling speed always caught him off-guard. She seemed so languid and calm until she moved quick as a clap of thunder. "And at least rats only chew through wires. You wiggle into places no rat should be and start messin' around." Chiral stuffed the protein into her cheeks and then licked each finger.
"We'd go faster if you let me cross the fuel line directly into the thinga-majigger." Another sigh.
"If you don't even know the name why do you expect us to listen, Widget' Besides, you en't never worked on parts like that. If you go messin" around, we'll all be dead in the sky."
"But the Argo told me. She wants to sing. She wants to dance, not plod along like this hauling scavenged junk from hell-hole to hell-hole." Ajax jabbed one huge finger towards her face, but his dark eyes danced with amusement.
"The Argo's an old bird. She dun't have nothin' good to say, just clanks and rattles. So it's best if ya don't listen. And watch yer fackin" language. Where'd you pick that up, anyhow?" She swatted his hand away.
"From you."
"Well, don't let me catch ya sayin" crap like that again, ya ken?" She nodded solemnly and hooked a pinky finger around his, sealing the deal with a quick shake.
"I ken. Now what?s got you so jumpy' You look like you expect raiders to fall from the ceiling." He frowned and slung his rifle back over a massive shoulder.
"Worse"n that. Captain says we're goin" world-side."