the smuggler’s bible


The spacesuit has clasps at throat and wrist for the helmet and gauntlets. The rest appears to be an unbroken stretch of treated fabric. It isn’t, but Berhane takes for granted that the thrashing bundle of teeth and tentacles squirming toward her will neither perceive nor comprehend the sealed zipper. She disposes herself to best defend the weak points.

The creature hates the taste of her boot and spits it out along with a quantity of goo. Berhane follows with an elbow strike and another kick. Despite the language barrier, she senses a certain mutual understanding beginning to develop.