Chapter 14 – The Black Hole, Part 5c:
Clattering through the dark, segmented metal corridor linking the two ships, Piranha could sense, from the other side of the metal partition separating his small passageway from the huge one to which it was attached, a low vibration, the sheer weight of so many hundreds of trudging feet – slaves still being transferred to the Black Hole.
That wasn’t helping to settle the anxious flutter in his chest. He wouldn’t calm down until he was back on the Insurrection.
It wasn’t just the irrational but urgent sense that he had to race home – “home,” gods! – before the ships undocked.
(But yes. After experiencing the Black Hole, the Insurrection, abruptly, was home.)
He shivered. His feet, s