The bridge filled with Fionn's words: "We're landing on the plateau fuel station! HOLD ON!"
They did, with whatever they could. Pit clenched his teeth around the seatbelt and closed his eyes.
Well. I don't pray often, he thought, with that tiny voice inside his soul, which only spoke when he was within a stone's throw of death. Often.
He prayed now, but they were such secret prayers he didn't even know their contents. Just whispered them with that tiny voice and sent them off to whatever compassionate ear might listen.
"FEET DOWN!" Fionn roared. "LANDING GEAR ENGAG-"
The landing gear engaged with something, and then gave way; it was as if a rug had been tugged out from under the ship's feet. Certainty whipped to one side, listed, then began to fall. Pit knew because the pull of gravit
