Yesterday’s events had turned out well, despite the few minutes of terror. All of Atwell’s crew had been picked up by the shuttle. There were a lot of bumps and bruises, a lot of damaged suits — masks especially — and a lot of rattled nerves. But everyone had made it back to the Borealis in go...
"Sir," said the communications tech, "starport control advises we're the only ship underway in the system. We're free to manoeuvre." "Very well," said Dillon, reaching for his pen in its overhead holder. "Mister Tremblay, please plot a course to the Sol system, Rubicon Station." "Aye aye, sir,"...