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the bow working out some kind of shaped charges for hull breaching. That meant Cozen and Ram were alone. 
    Moriah's spin turned them to face the sun, but in Gold Coast's shadow, where Cozen and Ram stood, it was still so dark that what he saw of Cozen's face was only what his dim suit lights showed. It made the man even harder to read. "I noticed that a knuckledragger mech-suit survived the attack," Cozen said. "That's going to come in handy. That's a real stroke of luck."  
    Cozen didn't ask how it survived. Ram said, "Too bad its battery doesn't have enough juice in it to start our reactor. We've also got plenty of explosives for the breaching charges. We could use the rest as grenades maybe to cover our approach." 
    "That's going to be more dangerous than it's worth. Surprise will give us the cover we need."
    Ram wanted to tell Cozen that if he thought they could board an alien ship with one gun and a handful of improvised swords, then he was absolutely mad. "Where did the swords come from?"
    "Those were Dana Sellis' idea – pieces cut from Gold Coast and sharpened with the plasma-cutter."
    "That hand-held plasma cutter still works?" Ram said. "I thought the tools all..."
    "This one didn't discharge," Cozen said. "Like the knuckledragger."
    "Any idea why?"
    "Does it really matter?"
    Ram waited a few seconds. "Are we really going in there with swords?"
    "Would you rather go in completely unarmed?" That wasn't much of an answer and in the next second, Ram could see Cozen's eyes measuring his face and his knit brow. Cozen must have seen that he needed to hear more of the plan to be convinced they had any chance of success. "When the breaching charge blows through the hull," Cozen said, "it'll create a shock wave in the pressurized atmo inside. That's going to kill or incapacitate anything it hits. It's a small ship. They'll get hit with that wave and right after that, they'll lose atmo fast - too fast to get a suit on. Unless they're already suited up, they're going to be incapacitated."
    "We should lead with explosives," Ram said, "and go compartment to compartment. It's the only safe way to do this."
    Cozen sighed. "Once we get through the hull, I don't want to use any more explosives."
    "What? Mr. Cozen, we only have one gun. Besides Mickey's Itar , swords are all the weaponry we've got." 
    "That's all we'll need if we do this right." The tone of Cozen's voice said this wasn't a debate.
    Ram could tell Harry Cozen wasn't a fool. And he didn't have a death-wish. He had too much to live for. If Cozen knew the alien ship was here and came here on purpose without company marines armed for an assault, then clearly he knew a lot more than he was letting on. Ram asked him how he knew the aliens even had a pressurized atmo in their ship.
    "What...,' Cozen said. "You think they evolved in a vacuum, Mr. Devlin? Do you think they evolved in the black of interplanetary space? They probably have exosuits not too different from ours in function."
    He walked towards the far side of the stern and around the corner to Gold Coast ' starboard aft section where welded rungs went up the outside of the reactor module's hull. Ram followed him.  
    Cozen grabbed the first rung of the ladder before he turned and said, "Chances are, Mr. Devlin, they have bodies and respire and maybe even eat food. It's natural to be curious about them, but don't let your curiosity stay your vengeful hand. Today, we don't care about their language or their customs or even their physiology any more than the knowledge of it can help us kill them. All that matters today is that they are biological entities and they can die. Just like us, Mr. Devlin."  
    Moriah's spin brought the sun up so fast that you could watch the shadows of the ladder rungs move like second hands on a clock as Cozen climbed. Ram asked where he was going, but Cozen ignored him.
    Ram followed him ten meters up the hull until he reached a section where it indented behind the rear nacelles. It