[i]‘Like hell I’m going out there to get shot.’[/i] Was the first thing that came to Vigdis’ mind before the part of her brain that never left the military got behind the controls. The hangar doors weren’t open yet, which meant the ship was not going anywhere without her if she kept track of that and if whoever the attackers were made it to the hangar now, she’d be screwed anyway regardless of if she was on board or in the hangar. “On it.” She gave up trying to find a plate carrier in the armory - someone was going to be complaining about ‘misuse’ of service access codes when this all blows over - and headed back out, leaving the Jackal and her service rigging by the loading gate. If the attackers got to them, she’d stand little chance in a fight anyway. At least if she was unarmed she wouldn’t get shot right out of the gate if the unknown attackers’ goal wasn’t killing everything that had something to do with the ship. At least she assumed the Jotunheim was the reason they were there.

The cold was something she never got used to. Having spent most of her life in Venus’ underground habitats or hopping between wrecks aboard the Aurora, both of which being self-contained environments, bad weather was never an issue. “Captain, do we have any clue how many or how far away from here they are or if we’re getting any help this week?” She asked as she reached the door leading to the office that handled loading and unloading. At least Norway had a standing army, unlike her family’s native Iceland, so there was cause for [i]some[/i] hope, she thought as she started banging on the door. ”Hey? Hey guy! Open up!” Of course he couldn’t hear her, it was a blast door meant to protect the office’s occupants if something went wrong with the ship in the hangar. Running back to her things to get a pipe wrench and back to the office made her feel like Pheidippides, if Pheidippides wore grease-stained coveralls, and by the time she made it back to the office, the cold air was burning her trachea like she was breathing ground glass. Two years out of the service did a number on her fitness, she was getting a gym membership first thing in the morning, she promised herself as she was let into the office before explaining the problem to the poor intern she found inside. “Found a guy who can operate the loaders, on our way back to the ship.” She managed to report back to captain Kadıoğlu as she tried to catch up on the oxygen debt.