Chapter 10
Jenna eased the Vision through a particularly gnarly section of gravity changes, deftly avoiding two nearby shears. Two years ferrying scientists to and from all parts of the Tagrale had left her with an intimate knowledge of the quirks and complexities of space around it. She brought the Vision to a stop.
“There you go, Doctor,” she said. “We’ve arrived.”
Her only passenger on this trip crossed the bridge and stared at the Tagrale. When Jenna had first taken on this job she’d have thought him too young to be running a research project, he was barely thirty and looked even younger. She’d soon learnt that scientists were selected to work on the Tagrale based on their abilities rather than their age or seniority. Mostly, at least.
The Doctor leaned forward more, fiddling
