Triena looked overhead as the strange sound assailed her ears. She saw an unknown craft and it was obviously in trouble. It was clear someone at the controls was struggling to maintain level flight. The craft wouldn’t make it. Already one of the short wings was dipping toward the ground. She called to Lector, pointing into the sky. “Look, it’s coming down nearby. I’ve never seen a vessel like that before.”
“No, neither have I. It sure doesn’t belong to any race we know. It’s quite beautiful, isn’t it? It’s much more aesthetically pleasing than any of the oppressors’ craft. It’s going to land…crash…over the rim.”
“Let’s go and see if we can help.”
“Is this wise, Mistress?” The question stopped her flight before it really began. She looked back at Lector, surprise written all over her face.
“They’re not our oppressors. We mustn’t judge all by their actions. We must help if we can,” she replied sternly.
Lector nodded in acceptance.
They ran across the meadow as the craft screamed overhead.
Jon did his best to keep the craft level as he searched desperately for some sort of landing site. He saw a level meadow of pale blue grass just to the right of his erratic flight path and aimed the shuttle for it as best he could.
The surface of the planet was quite beautiful. If he’d not been so involved with trying to land the ship, Jon would’ve been impressed, and painfully reminded of home. It was lush as far as the eye could see. There were huge tracts of forest with striking pale blue foliage and high mountains in the distance with what looked like snow on the tops. Dotted here and there were deep green lakes and one large sea, also green, but tinged with a deeper blue where the surf touched the land.
Jon was doing his best to regain control, but he didn’t think he’d be able to, at least not in time. He did feel some response from the instruments, but it was far too late. Some power was returning, but when it had abruptly failed before, they’d been sent into a spiral he couldn’t pull out of. All he could do was try to edge the shuttle into the softest possible landing, and hope.
Finally, they hit the ground with a loud thud, striking so hard Jon’s safety harness snapped and he was thrown forward. He slammed into the console, pain creasing across his head and blooming in his arm. The last thing he saw before his world went dark was the console’s blinking lights.
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