Jenna blinked sweat out of her eyes as the shuttle settled against the Tagrale, its airlock against the airlock leading to the Tagrale’s control room. If she could get it to open.
Getting there had been difficult. There had been six shears to deal with, areas where two gravity anomalies overlapped. Each pulling strongly in a different direction to the other. Even for Jenna it had been impossible to find a route through them all.
In the end she’d worked out a way to go around them. She’d approached the Tagrale at a different location then eased the shuttle along the Tagrale until it reached the airlock. The flight had been hard. Damn hard. But she’d made it.
It had taken longer than a direct fight, which worried her. It increased the time it would take to get back to the ship if
