“The heat shields are beginning to buckle. Pull the nose up a bit.”
“Do you want to fly this thing? Maybe you should be quiet and let me bring the ship down!”
“I don’t want you to bring it down,” Permac grumbled, “I want you to land it!”
A cloudless blue sky surrounded the ship, giving them a clear view of the hard brown ground coming up fast. From what he could see right away, there wasn’t a city or structures within sight—which was a problem he’d panic about later. For now, surviving the landing was the priority.
“No trees,” Linsora said, staying positive. “That’s good.”
“Get the nose up!” Permac shouted. “We can still glide in to land. Hang on. It’ll be rough. Get the nose up, Linsora. We’re not going—”
“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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