“Go! Go! Go!” Kira screamed, hoping Raider and the others were seeing the same thing she was.
Their time was up.
“Not without you. You’re still outside the ship,” Jin argued.
Even as he said it, Kira could sense the Wanderer’s engines cycling in preparation of a burn.
“I’ll match the trajectory,” she said, despite full knowledge of how impossible a feat that was.
“This is madness,” Raider muttered.
Still, he listened as the ship dove; Kira a tiny figure struggling to follow.
“I need you, Jin,” Kira whispered.
He was her only hope if she wanted to survive.
His presence flooded her mind, the link that always existed between them becoming a river.
Kira’s vision doubled. Her mind expanded and separated. A part of her remained in her body, flying through the dark of space. The rest hovered on the Wanderer’s bridge.
That part yanked control from Raider as Kira/Jin locked him out of the system.
They became the ship. More than a shell wrapped around an organic form. Rather, it became their body.
They rolled, evading the first wave of golden streaks. The streaks shot past them, curving and looping around.
Jin/Kira charged forward, much as she’d done with the bog’s hag. Their minds united.
They swerved left then right, weaving through the brilliant gold streams of light like a bird through the trees.
A hum buzzed in Kira’s ear. An annoyance she tried to shrug off.
It remained persistent, a cadence developing as it repeated over and over again.
“Get..in...the...Get in the ship!”
Raider’s shout brought Kira partially back to herself.
There was a reason Kira and Jin didn’t try this often. Kira’s current confusion was a big part of that. The longer their link remained open, the more it would become increasingly difficult to distinguish where Jin began and she ended.
Kira’s mind was sluggish as she forced herself to concentrate, untangling her thoughts from Jin’s.
Airlock.
Where was it?
The feeling of being in two places at once lessened as Kira focused. The air lock was just ahead. Five meters at most.
Kira angled for it.
Jin’s panic burst through the link as a single golden streak glanced off the Wanderer in front of Kira.
A piece of metal came free, crashing toward Kira.
She had a split second to think, This is going to hurt.
Seconds before impact, a sheet of soul’s breath formed between her and it. The shield took the brunt of the collision.
