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Marr had watched in horror. All the training hadn’t prepared her sufficiently for what had just unfolded. Her self-deprecation was interrupted by a blur on the video feed. A transport pod could be seen racing away in the direction of where she last saw Dukk and Luna.
“Marr, I am going to close the port door and airlock from up here in the cockpit. Do you want to make your way up here too,” Bazzer announced on the crew comms.
Bazzer had disappeared the moment Dukk said ‘PAN-PAN’.
“Wait, if you are up there, who is in the pod?” Marr asked.
“Mentor. He was already in a transport pod when I got to the transport bay door. The bay was already being depressurised.”
“I am on my way up too,” came Annee’s voice in the comms. “We will coordinate the rescue from there. And I am assuming command until Dukk is back with us. Let’s move the conn up there.”
“On my way,” Marr uttered in disbelief.
“How fast things change,” she thought to herself.
Moving through the rig in zero-g wasn’t easy. By the time Marr had reached the cockpit the rescue was well underway.
A video feed was displaying the view from inside the transport pod.
The planet could be seen flipping in and out of view of the front windshield. Dukk and Luna could be seen together rotating slowly.
“What’s going on?” Marr asked as she sat down in Mentor’s seat in the second row.