Chapter Five
Aden placed his hand against the support beam and looked up at the ship. Her surface still bore scorch marks. The black streaks formed a striped pattern across the surface, alternating the ship’s dark blue with hazy bands of charcoal. The Ryzell’s battle scars resembled the markings on the lizards that scurried about his mother’s gardens.
Yeah, we want to look like a puny lizard, he thought with a grimace. Real threatening.
Crews continued to work on the ship’s hull. They moved underneath the ship with no concern for the mass over their heads. Cradled like an egg, the Ryzell rested five feet from the tarmac at her lowest point, and workers had to duck or walk hunched over. Even with the bright lights, it appeared dark and confining.
Don’t think I’d ever get used to it.
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