“Computer is off. Take her in,” he said. “Still a few minutes before we enter the atmosphere.”
“You sure of the trajectory?”
“I know we won’t come down in the water. Aiming for that plain,” Permac pointed. “Can’t say how smooth the ground is, but it’s the largest expanse of flat land I could find."
“All steady,” Linsora said, as the ship began its precipitous and rocky descent toward the surface. Permac recited instrument display readings as Linsora struggled to maintain a course. A cloudless blue sky surrounded the ship, giving them a clear view of the hard brown ground coming up fast.
“No trees, that’s good,” Linsora said.
“Get the nose up!” Permac shouted. “We can still glide in to land. Hang on, it’ll be rough.”
“Permac, I’m sorry,” Linsora whispered as she grasped the console for support. The view screen showed brown earth, then blue sky, then brown earth, then nothing as the skiff touched down and tumbled end over end before coming to rest with its nose buried in a mound of dirt.
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