The thrusting motion equalized. The sensation of being pressed into his seat vanished. Wary, he opened his eyes. Open space greeted him. Despite his fear, a peace settled over him.
What are the coordinates to this inner chamber?
His father’s request snapped him back to reality. This is the landing bay inside the probe, he thought, conveying the image to his father.
His father’s mind locked onto his. You’re sure about this?
Yes.
Prepare to jump.
The Marr 3 reduced speed and came to a standstill.
A thought occurred to Bassan. Let me jump with you. The image is clearest in my mind.
Together, then.
As one, they touched the teleporter. Bassan visualized the open hangar, deep within the probe. Its tiny space and gentle blue hues beckoned. Closing his eyes, he made the connection.
Jump!
