55: Deva
Deva
“Nyxes are coming round,” Lise said. “We’re on.”
Deva focused on the data from Keelin’s Ion. She still flew south, carving arcs of different angles, as if she were testing the craft. A few times she’d stuttered, one time cutting power totally, and Deva’s heart caught in her throat. But Keelin was in control. She corrected, brought the Ion up before it hit the water.
Letting Kaiahive believe the Ion had problems, that the internals were as ragged as the hull.
Deva scanned another data feed, and watched the Nyxes swing round. They split into two pairs, one angling toward the north-west of the crater, the other heading south. And on the ground, the heat-dots of the crews shuffled, preparing.
“Got visuals from Alpha and Beta,” Wrench said. “Looking good.”
Alpha’s fore-sens
