It was a carefully managed disaster. Finn watched the structural monitoring systems on the bridge of the Samson and wished he could somehow reach into the small holographic image of the vessel's skeleton and straighten her main beams and other structural imperfections.
Captain Valance had moved the Samson into position at the rear of his fleet. The Clever Dream was at the vanguard. From where he stood at the back of the bridge Finn could see the tactical display and the realization of what they looked like without the Triton hit him. Battle damaged, captured slaver vessels were in the middle, a mismatched bunch bristling with the remains of turreted guns. Surrounding them were dozens of powerful fighters, state of the art and armed to the teeth.
If he was a Carthan Port Master he wouldn't trust such a fleet. He'd have them either locked down or under close supervision. The fact that the Carthans allowed them to move from the Wastes into the middle of a thickly populated area was either a sign of stupidity or over-confidence. He took another look at the status of the Samson and nodded to himself. The stress on the ship was balanced, and it was unlikely that it would change until they tried to land.
Another thought struck him. The Carthans probably had orbital defence systems pointed directly at them as they moved across the ruined landscape. It was a sobering notion, and it explained why they were able to get clearance. Someone, somewhere was at a very dangerous control panel, and they were watching.
That brought him back to a feeling of dread that he'd been suppressing ever since they escaped the Triton. They were exposed, without the generous means their ship provided them, and as much as he had faith in his Captain, he was a wanted man. Most of the Samson crew were on bounty hunting lists. The only reason why his wasn't among them was because he was the most recent addition to the crew. He signed on right before Enreega. Right before the Triton, and through it all, even through his disappointment with Ashley, he was happy to be along. They actually put him in charge of a division in Engineering.
Being back on the Samson was like moving from a mansion to an apartment. A warped, old apartment with holes in the walls, leaky pipes and peeling paint. He didn't want to see the ship come to an end either, but even when they first took the Triton, the Samson was in need of a refit, or at least some serious restorative work. She was old when Captain Valance first got her, and though he had done a fantastic job keeping it together, even made a few improvements, wear and tear was showing when Finn first arrived aboard. After surviving serious combat, barely, she was ready to be decommissioned or rebuilt from the frame up.
With the Triton gone, as he and several of the crew members he'd spoken to the night before suspected, they would have to find a way to rebuild the Samson and repair the rest of the ships. The fabrication centre on the Triton would be sorely missed. He had almost gotten used to getting the parts he needed within minutes or hours of requesting them, instead of having to make his own fittings and fixtures in a small workshop like most ship mechanics. That's what they were back to. Every bent out part would have to be straightened and tested. Damaged components would have to be sourced, purchased or made by hand. He suspected at least one of the ships they'd captured had a workshop, but didn't dare hope that they'd be worth using considering the vessels were crewed by slaves. His older brother, who was a steward in the plant Union on his home world, always said that the condition of the work place was directly related to the treatment of the employees. He couldn't imagine what kind of condition the other ships were in after being in the hands of slaves for who knew how long. He would have to brave the workshop in another vessel, however. The one on the Samson was destroyed weeks before.
There were still parts of the Samson in the green. The bridge, forward hold, and several other compartments aboard ship were still structurally sound. Three of the four main beams were twisted however, and there were several compartments that were barely space worthy. If he didn't want to end up serving on one of those slave ships, he'd have to make sure the Samson was worth saving, even after they landed.
"Hey Finn, ever see a shanty port?" Captain Valance asked as he brought up a two dimensional projection of the sprawling port ahead of them.
They had passed out of the rain, and the sun was setting. From one edge of the horizon to the other ships had landed. Roads wound between the paved slips, tricking his eye into looking at the expanse of transients as he would a city. Shipping containers, hulks, makeshift welded huts and portable structures made many of the spaces homes. The sea of ships and buildings was interrupted occasionally by docking pillars with several platforms each, multi-level hangars and several old brick or scrap built buildings. To the left, just out of sight was an ocean that went on for as far as the eye could see. It looked deep and black in the fading light. "I’ve never seen anything like this, Captain."
"Well, that'll be home for a while. It's the only place we’re cleared to land in the entire solar system."
There were hundreds of ships in the air above the port; the lights of their engines were brilliant. The looming shape of the night side of Kambis, the world Tamber orbited, loomed. The eclipse night was falling over Tamber. The interlocking illuminated rings of a city on the heavy gravity world and other distant lit features showed through the scant clouds, and he couldn't help but wonder what that world was like. He suspected there was a great deal of mining, like any heavy gravity world, but beyond that, he'd never been to a city large enough to be seen from two hundred thousand kilometres away.
At the sight of that two dimensional video he was no longer part of an isolated crew, he was in the middle of civilization. It was a chaotic, cramped, busy place, and it looked like it would be far too easy to become lost. "Some place," he whispered as he looked back to his console.
"You said it," Captain Valance replied.
A large, clear space came into view; it was blocked off by shipping containers and scrap metal walls on all four sides. There was a two level, closed hangar at one end and three cleaner looking shipping containers placed at the other. In a sea of cramped vessels and narrow makeshift buildings it must have taken a herculean effort to reserve.
The Samson was to land first, and if they weren't careful she'd never take off the ground again. Finn re-checked his calculations and nodded to himself. Time to present his idea to the Captain, they were beginning to reduce altitude. "Sir, I know you haven't had time, but I sent something I've been working on to your console."
"The landing instructions? I saw them, Finn. I don't like the idea, but I think you're right. Landing starboard side first might twist two of our main beams back into shape if I manage it. Are you sure about the angle?"
"Yes sir. One thing though, we'll lose a few mounting points. If we want to rebuild the Samson we'll have to find a way to repair or replace the fittings, considering they're high density fibre frame-"
"We'll be rebuilding her. If we're lucky we might be able to find scrap from a similar model. We'll find another way to rebuild if we don't. Tell the crew we're about to set down."
Finn looked for the ship wide intercom switch and found it after a moment. "We'll be landing in a few seconds, so get away from major frame fixtures and seal your vacsuits. Set for high impact in case something snaps or comes loose."
"Good enough. All right, touching down."
As soon as the Samson touched the ground sections of the ship's frame turned red, indicating critical stress levels. They were touching down without landing gear. Finn couldn't help but be reminded of Ashley as he remembered the term she used for it; 'a belly flop'. Even as he listened to the groaning metal in the ship behind him and watched as the main beams of the lower hull indicated they were stressed to twisting he found himself hoping she was all right.
A loud screech and explosive pops sounded throughout the ship as the port side beam tore free of several frame mounts. It was hanging free of the exterior hull for at least twenty meters. He prayed the starboard side would fare better, and to his surprise, it did. The stress on that beam was extreme but more evenly distributed, resulting in the desired twisting and reshaping. When the Samson came to rest the port side beam read as almost completely straightened.
"I need everyone on the Samson to check in. All other vessels are clear to land." Captain Valance said into his comm as he locked the pilot controls. He was out of his seat and beside Finn at the engineering console in seconds. "How did we do?"
"The lower port beam is almost completely straight, to within half a degree, and I think it's still strong enough."
Captain Valance performed a quick scan and nodded. "You're right. It's not showing much fatigue, she could bear the load twice the mass of what the Samson is build to haul."
"The other one's shot though, and the port side dorsal beam is still twisted two point three degrees."
"And bent point four degrees in the middle." Captain Valance stared at the structural hologram quietly for a moment before continuing. "We'll have to replace them both."
"You're really going to rebuild her, Captain?" Finn knew it would be a lot of work, but his name would be engraved on the vessel's hull forever if he was part of the team who directed the reconstruction.
A silent message on the Captain's comm unit from Crewcast informed him that no one on the Samson was injured and he sighed, he actually sighed with relief. It surprised Finn to no end, he knew Jacob Valance cared about his crew, but he still wasn't used to seeing emotional reactions. "Let's go topside and take a look at our new home," Captain Valance said quietly.
Finn and the Captain's copilot followed him to the upper hatch in the main hallway behind the bridge. With a twist and a yank of an overhead handle a set of collapsible stairs dropped down and locked into place. The outer hatch came open only after Captain Valance pressed his shoulder to it. Finn suspected it would be even more difficult to close properly.
They were the first to stand atop the Samson and look across the seemingly endless sea of ships ahead of them. The wind was warm, and carried the smell of ozone tinged with trash. The sun was disappearing behind Kambis, turning the horizon a deep red and yellow. Hundreds of thousands of lights glimmered in the makeshift city all surrounding them, and there was such a variety of ships that it was dizzying. He used to love watching them come and go from the port on his home world, and thought he had seen every shape and style. That couldn't have been further from the truth.
The wind on his face was pleasant as well, it had been a while. The smell was something he'd get used to, living so close to refineries during his childhood had conditioned him to ignore most of the offensive odours such technology put out. Just being in atmosphere again was nice for a change, but he knew he'd miss being on a ship, in transit before long.
"You know the Triton never felt like my ship. I knew how to run her, and I think I even got to know her secrets well enough, but she never felt like mine," Captain Valance said quietly. "She never felt like home."
Finn didn't reply, didn't know what to say. Instead he looked at the man from out of the corner of his eye. He looked weary, but still had a sureness, a bearing that left no doubt that he was in command about him.
"We're going to repair the Samson because without her we don't have an anchor. I don't want you to think about anything else, Finn. If Price were here you'd be working with him, but you'll have to make do with the people we have instead. Don't worry about what it costs, just tell me what you need. I'll find a way."
"Yes sir." Finn couldn't think of a moment in which he was more proud. At the same time, he knew the work ahead would be difficult, but it was important, and if it went well he’d be remembered for it. "When I'm finished it'll be as though you put her back together with your own hands."
“Good. I’ll work on getting our people back. Watching the Samson fall apart over the last few hours has reminded me of something, something I should have remembered before half the crew who landed with us in the Dower Wastes left us. People are what we need now. Not the ones who left, not just anyone, but the people we’ve come to know, come to trust. More than anything else, the qualities those people bring with them will determine how this all works out. Remember that when you choose your build team.”