It is a female voice. “This is C4365 over. Please acknowledge. I repeat. This is C4365 over.”
Derek clicks on the screen to respond. “This is Moon Sector C acknowledging. What is your status? I repeat, what is your status?”
Her voice is cackling and breaking up at times. “C C C4365 in diff difficulty. Need permission.. repeat permission is needed to land in Sector C.”
Derek frowns. Emergency landings on the moon are rare, and unheard of in Sector C. This would be a management decision. “C4365 Keep your communications open. Your request is being determined.”
He ends the call and instead sent a communication request to Moon Sector A, to his manager Selena Basque.
Selena is forty-four years old with long, black hair and a tanned complexion. She is short and has a fuse even shorter. “Yes, Derek.”
“A ship is requesting to do an emergency landing in Moon Sector C.”
He hears a groan before she replies.
“Look, you’ll have to step up. You can do this. This flare has caused carnage. We already have multiple incoming here.”
The communication came to an abrupt halt.
I guess that’s a go, so Derek. Time to step up and get this done.
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