Niil nodded wordlessly, his mind already working on a plan that . . . if it worked! . . . would greatly reduce the odds against them. As he suspected, the shuttle didn't have a drive section left, so no fuel. And there wasn't anything volatile enough on board to bring that scout walker down in one burst. Still, the scout walkers have one vulnerability to small-arms fire. A very small vulnerability . . .
Getting the medpack open, he said softly, "Everyone, hunker down and away from the windows. I want one of you to soak some gauze in alcohol, and wrap it tight around a glass bottle filled with the same stuff. Sing out if any of you see any movement. We might be able to get out of this mess."
Setting his weapons down within grabbing distance, he started to tend to Collan's wounds. "Better tell me quick what you have planned," he whispered, "'cause this wreck's the only real cover we've got. If we try to leg it we're gonna get fried, and I'm not leaving anyone behind. If I have a few seconds and the right firing position, I might be able to get a shot through the viewport and take out one of them. Maybe both, I don't know."