There was his beacon. He deployed pontoons to save energy and skimmed the atmosphere over to exchange capsules.
Then he turned to the storm, and went back to do it again.
* * * *
Stormchases had secured his full capsules and was still re-checking the skiff’s edge-seals, preliminary to popping the craft open, when he caught sight of a tiny speck of a shadow descending along the margin of the storm. Something sharp-nosed and hot enough to be uncomfortable to look upon...
Stormchases scrambled for the telescope as the speck dropped toward the Deep Storm. It locked and tracked; he pressed two eyes to the viewers and found himself regarding a sleek black... something, a glossy surface he could not name. Nor could he make out any detail of shape. The auto-focus had locked too close, and as h
