5
There was some amount of dim light inside the cabin, from the screens and controls strewn across the consoles in front of Emilie and Geeta, but it barely lit up their hands and the lower half of their faces. Everything outside the windscreen was darkness. It felt heavy, oppressive, like some thick black thing that had wrapped itself around their craft.
Anything could be lurking in that darkness, waiting to pounce. Scout tried to swallow down the bitter taste of fear at the back of her throat, but her mouth had gone too dry.
“You can see where you’re going, right?” she asked Emilie.
“The ship sees,” Emilie said, her hands working the controls. “Hold on tight; I’m stopping our momentum and dropping our magnetic landers. There might be a jolt; this is my first time.”
Scout clutched the
