Over on the space shuttle, the entire crew was pressed up to the rear observation window.
“Look, they’re coming out already!”
“I don’t believe it! It’s only been ten minutes since they finished docking.”
They all knew the schedule, but hearing about it and seeing it actually happen were two different things. Whenever a spacewalk was required on the shuttle, it took at least two hours just to get ready. Because NASA space suits maintained a low pressure, the astronauts had to breathe pure oxygen for a considerable length of time to remove the nitrogen in their bloodstreams in preparation for their new environment.
The first astronaut came out of the Mangosteen and made her way around the nose. Pulling a rope from the pouch at her waist, she threaded it through the RMA, firmly anchoring it to their ship in a matter of moments.
“Did you see that rope work? She just tied a sheep-shank in space!”
“Never mind that,” Luis said. “Check out those space suits! They look like Eva over there—”
“Ava Gardner?”
“No. I’ll loan you the anime when we get back.”
The second astronaut emerged. This one moved more slowly than the first, carefully making her way along the hull.
Both astronauts made their way to the shuttle’s RMA and came halfway down. Holding on to the arm with one hand, the first astronaut faced the shuttle. “Hello, Atlantis. Can you see us?”
“See you? We can’t take our eyes off you. You look like angels up there.”
“I’m the one with my left hand raised—Captain Yukari Morita.”
“Welcome to Atlantis, Yukari. I’m Captain Wayne Berkheimer.”
“Nice to meet you, Captain.”
“Call me Wayne. Who’s that next to you?”
“Er…this is mission specialist Akane Miura. Hello.”
“Nice to meet you, Akane.”
“You can tell us apart by the stripes on our space suits. Mine are pink, and Akane’s are blue.”
“Roger that, you both look great.”
“We’re going to begin retrieval, if that’s all right.”
“Hold on, we’re sending someone out. Norman, can you go show the angels what they need to know?”
“Roger. I’m heading out the air lock now.”
By the time Norman made it outside, the two girls were already on the Orpheus’s upper-stage engine. They had attached their lifelines from the Mangosteen to the bottom of the RMA in favor of a single lifeline strung between them.
Norman headed over to Orpheus, though by the time he had walked the seven- or eight-meter distance, one of the girls was already going inside the engine structure.
“Hey, wait up. You Akane?”
Akane pulled her head out of the truss around the engine, looking. She jerked visibly when she saw him.
“Something wrong?”
“Sorry. I just didn’t expect you to be so big.”
“What, me? Don’t worry, I don’t bite. I’m heading over there.”
Norman slowly crawled up the upper-stage engine cover. Yukari stuck out her hand, reeling him in.
“Thanks.”
Compared to these two, I’m like one of those walking cartoon characters at Disneyland, Norman thought.
The two other astronauts looked frighteningly small and thin to the American. Their waists were barely bigger around than one of his arms in the space suit. And while he looked like the Michelin man, they were shapely. You didn’t expect to see curves like that in the payload bay of a space shuttle flying at three hundred kilometers above the surface of the earth.
Their golden reflective visors were up, so he could see their faces—like dolls, he thought.
“The valve assembly is inside there. See the gap on the engine side in the center of the ring?”
“So it’s in there just behind the helium tank, right?” Akane asked.
“That’s right. How’d you know?”
“I’m a quick study.”
“All right, well, be careful. Every single tank in there is dangerous.”
“I’m aware of that.”
“Shall we get started, Akane?” Yukari asked. “Let’s go in and check things out first. Take it easy. It’s more tangled in there than it was in the CG simulation.”
“Right.”
Akane was getting used to extravehicular activity by now. In the skintight space suit she wore, it was hardly any more difficult than scuba diving. But Yukari was right. Compared to the training video they had seen, the real engine structure had all kinds of small protrusions here and there. This wouldn’t be easy.
Akane slid inside the truss.
“A little more to the left, Akane.”
“Got it.”
“That’s right. Keep going.”
“My head is close to the center now. I’m going to try swiveling.” A few moments later, Akane reported that she’d found the valve assembly. “It’s about another meter in there—huh?”
“What is it? I can’t see very well.”
“My backpack’s hung up on something.”
“Careful, Akane. Take it easy. Don’t move too quickly.”
“Okay…I’m going to try swiveling again.”
“Any luck?”
“Ack. It’s another fifty centimeters or so.”
“Don’t push it. Let’s try a different approach,” Norman offered.
“Akane, come out for now.”
“I’m coming.” Akane pushed herself out feet first. Norman could see beads of sweat on her face.
“There’s something sticking out halfway in, about the size of a fist. I keep getting hung up on that.”
“Would a tool work?” Norman asked. “We have a probe about the same size as a back scratcher.”
“No, a straight probe won’t work. There are too many twists.”
“Hmm.”
“Wait, I know how I can do it,” Akane said suddenly. “I’ll take off my backpack.”
“What?” Norman gasped. “Did you just say you’re going to take off your backpack?”
“No, Akane, I’ll do it,” Yukari said.
“You can’t take your backpack off! That’s like instant death!”
“No it’s not,” Yukari said. “Our backpacks have quick disconnect valves on them. You can remove them in a vacuum and not lose any air.”
“But the air inside your helmet won’t last more than a minute!”
“That’s nothing for a skin diver. I’ll be in and out in a flash.”
“But what if you got caught on something—”
“Don’t worry. I can do this. Akane, you guide me from here.”
“No, Yukari, please. Let me do it.”
“Akane—”
“Really, I’m confident I can do it.”
“We won’t be able to communicate. You won’t have your transmitter.”
“I’ll increase my oxygen and saturate before I go in. I should be good for three minutes. If I don’t come out before then, haul me out with a lifeline.”
Yukari stared at Akane’s face through her visor.
Those eyes—like still water. She can do this. “Okay. Go for it.”
“Whoa, Captain, you hearing this? I don’t think we can let them—”
Wayne cut off Norman’s protest. “Yukari, I’m not sure what SSA safety standards are like, but the danger of this operation is unprecedented. Are you sure you can just let her go in there?”
“Actually, at the SSA, we switch backpacks outside the ship all the time. If you just think of this as an extension of that, it’s really no big deal.”
“But we have to consider the possibility that she’ll take more time than we expect—”
“It’s no more dangerous than skin diving, Captain. Do they not allow skin diving in America?”
There was a long pause before the captain responded.
“Fine, we’ll just have to trust that you know what you’re doing.”
Yukari nodded and Akane turned to crank up the oxygen levels on her life support. She began taking rapid breaths.
“Don’t take too much, you’ll get high.”
“I know.”
Akane deftly removed her backpack and attached a light to her wrist.
Yukari touched her helmet to Akane’s and spoke. “What day is it?”
“Thursday, on the Solomon Islands.”
“Great. Be careful in there.”
“Will do.”
With a twist like a mermaid breaking through the water, Akane disappeared back into the truss. Yukari started the chronograph on her wrist. She looked up to find Norman staring at her. He said nothing. They both waited, breathlessly.
When the needle on her chronograph had gone around twice, she saw something moving inside the truss.
A white glove emerged—holding the valve assembly.
“She made it!”
Yukari reached out and grabbed the assembly. Handing it to Norman, she quickly reached back and grabbed Akane’s hand. Akane slid smoothly out and hurriedly reattached her backpack. Yukari could hear her rapid breaths once she had the electrical cable reattached.
“Are you okay?”
“It was a lot—” she took a heaving breath, “—it was a lot easier than the first time.”
“Ha ha!” Yukari cheered and gave Akane a big hug. “A complete success! That’s my grade-A student!”
Akane laughed. “I’m just glad I’m not getting in the way.”
“We can’t even bring a change of clothes on the orbiter. Why would we waste all that space on something that just got in the way?”
“Good point!”
The girls were rattling on in Japanese when Captain Berkheimer cut in.
“Arigato—sorry, that’s all the Japanese I know.”
“Oh, sorry.”
“No, not at all. You’ve really helped us out. It’s not much, but would you like to join us on the middeck for a welcoming party? I’ve already gotten permission from Solomon.”
They weren’t initially scheduled to visit the shuttle at all, to avoid interfering with their mission.
“We’d love to join you,” Yukari said without a moment’s hesitation.