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“Goddammit, Harrald! Keep the pressure steady!” Amel lunged across the control panel to flick three switches. She glanced out of the viewport of the big cargo trawler even though she knew, from here, she would see neither the asteroid they were tethered to nor the drill pod currently biting into it. They wouldn’t be tethered for long if her idiot partner didn’t keep his mind on the job and his eye on the pressure gauge—explosive out-gassing being an exciting and not-fun way to experience acceleration in space. Harrald’s voice crackled back over the speaker. “Don’t get your panties in a