The only reason they even realized there was a screen was the layer of dust surrounding a relatively cleaner stretch of wall. Having seen all that they needed, they moved to the final room in the ship - the Bridge. And it was as cozy as the rest of the ship. Up front were the two seats for the pil
Amal slid her environmental suit’s helmet shut with a solid CLACK. Air vented out of little ports from the side with a loud FSSSH. Inside, its HUD lit up on the heavily tinted glass in front of her face. — Oxygen: 96%, stable Filter Degradation: 1% Antimicrobial Shield: Active — Amal sighed
The entire ship needed to be scrubbed down from top to bottom. With prejudice. ~ One of Miko’s drones carefully and delicately slid a new fuse into one of the many safety circuits along one of its maintenance shafts. Though a person could easily squeeze in here, it was far easier if the little dro
“Helios Control Tower Theta Four-Two,” she said, “this is… uh… one moment.” She turned back to Eva and Miko. “What do we call her?” she asked. “She needs a real name - we can’t just give her registration number. That would be so lame if we did.” Eva shrugged in response. “No idea,” she said. “I
The Spirit of Amelia blasted out of the hangar tube and out into space with ridiculous velocity. Eva’s face was etched with a wide grin as she felt gravity press her into her seat. The g-forces ebbed when the ship reached terminal velocity, and lifted completely once they left Helios’ vast gravitati
“Teleporting now,” said Amelia. In a single moment, the ship disappeared in a flash. For the three inside, it was as though the galaxy spun around them while everything turned to liquid. Everyone and everything swirled down to a single point in space, then suddenly expanded again. They came back
Although the majority of her focus was on piloting the ship, Amal took Eva’s words to heart. She loosened her grip bit by bit, and relaxed her body more and more, all without losing complete control of the ship. At the same time, she put her breathing into a hard pattern - one second of inhaling, tw
The Spirit of Amelia slowly descended down towards the ground and touched down on a flat patch of grass incredibly softly. Her landing gears’ legs creaked a little under her weight, but ultimately held firm. There were a few muffled CLICKS accompanied by a long HISS as the ship depressurized deep