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WE COULD DO NOTHING. The dark shape was pulling us in, taking up an ever increasing proportion of the viewscreen.
Ahead, the dark maw of the entrance became ever bigger.
No one in the cabin spoke, but they all stared at how the faint light from our craft lit a small patch on the huge dark structure, the matte black hull that was pitted and scarred and that bore hatches and protuberances the purpose of which I could only guess.
The shuttle drifted into the darkness of the giant docking hall. All engines had cut out a while ago. I’d told the crew that this happened the previous time we’d encountered this ship. I’d told them how big the hall was, but they were still gaping at the screen.
The pilots now had all the view screens on camera view. A small alarm beeped at the control panel.
