11: Comfy?

Viper reached out and gently grabbed the female as she moved forward. He was surprised when she did not flinch away from his touch. Again, nothing about the female should shock him.

Pulling her down into his lap, he took her hand and put it on the toggle that controlled the direction of the ship. He then took her other hand and placed it by the thruster control swivel ball.

"Fly the ship," he told her moving his hands from hers.

"What? No! I'll kill us all!"

"Impossible. I am here to help. Fly the ship." She nodded at him. He tapped her right hand. "Steering. Keep it straight ahead." He tapped her left hand. "Accelerator. Up to go faster. Down to go slower."

Viper could tell that the female was nervous, but he had to give her something to do. She'd asked him nine times in two human hours if they'd made it yet. It was driving him a little insane. She had no patience. A quality she'd need if she was ever to be considered a great warrior instead of just a good one.

While she was worried