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"Trajectory found," the computer declared, "ENGINES: ONLINE."
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The ship lurched forward, nearly knocking us to the floor. Hex and
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Cranium looked at each other knowingly. Mr Swarm and I ran into the
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cockpit.
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"It's left this black stuff all over the overhead" crackled Hex
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over the intercom, "across the datastores, and straight through the
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floor again - what's going on up there?"
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"We're locked out of the controls, all I can tell is we're at full
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speed and on a collision course with the planet." I replied.
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Thin strands pulsated rainbows of light to and from a large blobs
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on the ceilings and walls.
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"I don't think it's going to hurt us, it's too focused on where
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it's going." Hex said, "it's taking us somewhere."
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"There isn't much we can do now except see what it it wants, can
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we?" the Commander asked.
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He was right. 10 minutes until landing, no time to waste.
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Mr Swarm gingerly poked a blob with a screwdriver, his hand jerked
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back with a spark, leaving the screwdriver spinning towards the
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floor. 9 minutes. "Suit up!" Commander Cranium commanded.
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9 minutes, 30 seconds. I pulled on my gloves and heavy boots,
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checked the respirators connections and walked into the main
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corridor. Hex's athame reflected the dim rainbow lights of the
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alien satellite. 6 minutes, 30 seconds.
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Mr Swarm came in wearing his carapace of armor, followed by the
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Commander who has to bend his head awkwardly to fit his helmet
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through the door.
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"Remember the landing plan," Cranium instructed, "we have to be
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able to defend ourselves, but not appear to be hostile... The
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computer says we should be able to breath the atmosphere, but I
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don't think we should take any chances trusting it while that thing
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is in control of the ship. Like Hex said, this thing isn't killing
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us, but for how long?" 5 minutes, 30 seconds.
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