Chapter 4

At first, he didn’t see Yakecen in the Soyuz. Not a surprise at all, because the damned trash portion was in the way. He threaded through the junk until he poked his head into the crew compartment. “Yakecen?”

“What?” Yakecen’s surly bark came from the right side of the Soyuz, but John didn’t notice him until his head popped up from between two of the reentry seats.

“Just wanted to let you know about the signal loss from Earth,” John told him. As a Native American, Yakecen took being in space the hardest. John had learned over their time together that it was because of a spiritual connection his crewman had with their world and it felt sort of wrong to be on the Station. John didn’t question it. The potential for a lot of conflict if he misstepped in the discussion was immense.

“Shit,” Yakecen muttered. “I need to get these readings back down. They called for a double check three hours ago and I’m behind schedule with it as it is.”