Chapter 28
March – 3,390 BC
Earth: Crash site
Colonel Mikhail Mannuki’ili
MIKHAIL
Mikhail checked the commands he'd painstakingly hand-typed in. From the way his wrist hurt, he surmised that handwriting was an art he had learned, and then never, ever used.
Longitude…
Latitude…
Distance…
Power.
He climbed under the counter and double-checked his connection. Every ship possessed a 'black box,' an emergency distress beacon whose sole purpose was to broadcast a distress signal or, if the ship was destroyed, to broadcast his location so someday a passing ship might find the wreckage. Why it hadn't triggered after he'd been shot down was a mystery, but here it was. Enough power to send a single subspace message.
He quadruple checked the coordinates.
Subspace frequency: 146.955. [73]
