She choked on a laugh. He swore light beamed from her face, her smile was so bright. He arranged her on his lap and placed her hands on the controls, explaining what each one did.
“It’s not on autopilot now, so any movements you make will be real. Go ahead and try it.”
“But is the ship okay? We’re not going to lose a wing or anything are we?”
“If we do, I promise I’ll take over.” He grinned.
She shifted the directional thrust and the ship wobbled, one wing dipping.
“Help!” she gasped.
He covered her hand and nudged the plane back into balance. “It’s touchy, but you get the feel of it after a while.”
Gaurdo’s voice came through on his collar. “There’s been damage to the outer shell. We won’t make it to Ocretian airspace. We’ll have to stop sooner.”
He cursed. “How much sooner?”
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