“You have a go C4365. You are cleared for the emergency landing at Moon Sector C. Please acknowledge”
“Thank God,” she replies.
Derek magnifies the screen and, using his mouse, draws a tangent from the ship to the landing area. “It will be six hours till we can start the landing procedure. I am going to familiarize myself with your ship. Reopen communications at five hundred hours. What’s your name by the way?”
The reply is swift. “Maeve”.
“Sorry?” Derek goes cold.
“You can call me Maeve. What’s your name?”
“Yeah, as I said, we’ll communicate again.” Derek clicks the mouse, ending the transmission.
Nathalie looks over at him wide-eyed. “Everything okay?”
“It’s my Maeve. She’s on the ship. I’ve just spoken to her!”
“No way, what are the chances? You’d better make sure that ship lands safely.”
Derek lets out a groan
Nathalie frowns. “That bad?”
He nods as he looks up at the ship’s specifications. It’s a thirty-year-old W-Class Transported. Not only is it far larger than anything he had attempted to guide to land before, it wasn’t built to land at all. Damage from a solar flare had not been countenanced.
Oh, Maeve, how am I going to get you out of this?
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