CHAPTER 322876 Fourth Moon, Tretan Shuttle
Outside a rainstorm soaked the area around the landing. The rain was steady, small drops that drifted down in slow motion. It was thick, almost fog-like, obscuring anything beyond a few meters from the shuttle. If the natives were out there, Muriel didn’t see them.
She turned away from the wall and looked at Pilot crouching in the doorway to the cockpit. “Are they out there?”
“Although the motes have picked up various organisms, the pre-industrial natives are not present.”
From one of the chairs, Hannah said, “Who would want to be out in this?”
Dyami’s voice rumbled through the floor as his translator spoke. “Maybe they’re scared.”
“They didn’t act scared earlier,” Clay said, standing facing the transparent walls. “Curious, maybe.”
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