Twenty-Four
Sol still burned in the Hermes’ bridge, but there was no light inside Keelin.
She watched and re-watched the moment the other Hermes fell. She forced herself to replay every frame, in the pathetic hope that this time, maybe, things would be different. A slightly altered angle, and DeeDee would bring the craft round. Somehow, she’d land it, and it wouldn’t flop onto the generator.
But it was always the same. The air grew bright in the moment before it touched down. Then metal buckled, and Keelin swore she could hear the screeching. The Hermes wrapped itself around the building, joining with it in a flare of fractured metal. There were sparks, arcing high, earthing themselves and sending flames rushing up, gone in an instant. But they left the glow of diffused power, a glow th
