Maeve’s hand trembles as she sees the ship is approaching the first marked point. Everybody she loves is on this ship, and their lives are now in her hands. This is not the extra responsibility she looked for from her Mother over a month ago. The manager of a section of the ship would have done.
Just some recognition, that’s all I wanted. Nothing like this.
She ignites the thrusters for four seconds. The ship’s descent is slowed.
The surface of the moon is coming closer now, and she can now make out its major craters along with various human settlements, including Sector C.
Once more, she fires the thrusters. Again and again. All she can do now is hope.
Derek and Nathalie look out through the window of their compound as moon ash is thrown up toward the darkness of space in the distance.
Nathalie put her hand on Derek’s shoulder. “I’m sure she’s okay. You did everything you could.”
A solitary tear rolls slowly down the side of his face. “I sure hope so. If anything has happened to her…”
“Don’t think like that, Derek. Nothing good will come of it. Be positive. You need to prepare to finally meet the woman of your dreams.”
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