“Yes?” Ravi’s squeaky voice called.
“It’s Connor,” he said. “We almost there?”
“Yes, yes, come in.”
Austin pushed back the door and saw the bridge for the first time. Colorful wires hung from the ceiling, tangled into a mess of blues, yellows, and reds. Red lights flashed on the dashboard—usually a warning sign on his Trident, but it must be standard operation on this vessel. Ravi tilted his head back, chewing on what Austin hoped was beef jerky. He left one hand on the wheel, pointing out a viewport not much bigger than the television they once had in the living room back home.
“That’s where we’re heading,” Ravi said. “We orbit there, and we’ll be contacted. Yes. Contacted pretty soon, they say. At least, you’d better hope it’s really soon, right? Right, Connor?”
He raised his hand.
