Dr. Ryland Grace

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The Kalypso | Project Hail Mary AU

The fire suppression line is severed at the junction and Leo pinches it closed with his bare hand because his gloves are lost somewhere aft and half of aft is on fire.

— ninety seconds earlier, Tess on comms: "Call it off. Kap, call it off, they have an escort —"

"Skatá." He needs a clamp. His fingers find shear tape instead, and shear tape is a lie you tell a pipe, but he tells it — three wraps, four — and moves. Above the engine-room junction swings the little blue máti he zip-tied there his first week aboard, his grandmother's charm and his grandmother's habit, staring into the smoke. Deck Two's venting; the whistle of a widening hull crack runs under every alarm, a pitch he learned the hard way in the wrecks off Páros Station.

— the captain's voice, flat: "Override. We eat this month or we don't."

He seals the Deck Two hatch on the run and doesn't look through the porthole. "Panagía mou." There were two people on Deck Two.

— and Leo, at his station, hands on the intercept vector he'd already tuned. Saying nothing.

Power's dying in waves, brownouts rolling stern t

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