“A quartermaster.” Yukina listened to the rhythm of the Koutetsujou as they thundered through the early morning, relaxing a bit as it continued unbroken. Nidai was coming along as the Hayajiro’s second engineer, and they weren’t going anywhere near full throttle. She could give Lady Ayame her full attention. “So long as we’re on this Hayajiro, that might be better held by a steamsmith, with a noble’s backing.”
Might. She wasn’t sure. There was so much she didn’t know. Engineering, Yukina could do with her eyes closed. The politics of dealing with stations and passengers? Kami, she could have used years more to learn that.
“That sounds reasonable,” Ayame agreed, regarding lists of wanted supplies on the conference table. Kurusu leaned against the wall behind her, the scowl on his face clear evidence that a night’s sleep hadn’t changed his conviction that they were all mad. Or possibly concussed. “Although, once we reach a live station and word of Kongokaku’s fall spreads… the situation may change quickly.”
“When hasn’t it?” Yukina planted a finger on one of the lists to look it over herself. Daita iron was up at the top, along with gunpowder, burst charges, and a few odds and ends she was beginning to recognize as Ikoma wants to test something. She almost felt sorry for Kurusu. Almost. “Now what is he up to?”
“I thought we should see if we could improve the guardian cannon?” Ayame glanced up toward the hatch leading to their salvaged gun. “When Hozumi jumped into the Fused Colony… that was too risky. What if no one had caught her?”
“Hmm.” Yukina nodded. She hadn’t seen that part of the battle, but she could imagine. “Test it pointing out the back of the Koutetsujou.”