8
Keltie woke up in a dazzle of fire, smoke, dizziness, and walls of white fabric.
She couldn’t see.
She punched the area around her, pushing the airbags aside. Dust flittered up like confetti.
The cockpit window lay ahead of her, but she couldn’t see out.
Her head throbbed. She must have blacked out.
A frantic beeping sound from the dashboard… it must have woken her up.
She blinked hard to reorient herself, but something didn’t seem right. She was still in her seat and she was facing the window, but the window was—sideways.
The ship was lying on its side.
She groaned. Her seat belt was still on. The corsair’s anti-gravity crash system must have worked just before the ship hit the ground, saving her from sure death.
Her hands went down to her spacesuit, and she felt it for tears.
