One by one, all nine ships turned around.
Cassi pitched her shuttle’s nose downward, and the planet came into view. Lush, green fields dotted with forests and rocky hills. Puffy clouds drifting past on the breeze. Southern Entarel was gorgeous!
“All ships,” Corin said. “Prepare to enter the atmosphere.”
She began her descent at a measly five hundred kilometres per hour. Not nearly fast enough to maintain a stable orbit. If not for the anti-gravity field, the shuttle would drop like a stone. But a slower reentry was a gentler reentry.
After a few minutes, she began to feel a little turbulence as the air currents swirled around her. Her screen lit up with a plethora of stats. The hull temperature had dropped considerably.
The Scrappy was still on her left, barely visible in the upper co
