A voice sang in the Venus colony dialect about disaster and broken hearts, the backup vocals making the music eerie. Normally this group helped Nessa dump her mind of all thought and focus, but now it barely seemed to be doing anything. She worried for Chantal despite how promising the situation had been developing.
Nessa just couldn’t handle the fact she’d been kicked off her transmission. Oh, she’d been given a statement by the official who had done it, and assurance the Europa Colony Flight Commission had taken over the landing process of the Ice Star, but Nessa did not like it any. Chantal had still been a good hour out of orbit when it had happened and was no doubt more distraught having to deal with officials of any sort. But Nessa hadn’t kept up with newer tech as well as she could
