Less work than I’d like, today.
Tobias closed his eyes out of habit, before snapping them open again. This wasn’t Earth, where you could lose yourself in a total-immersion link and not have to worry whether your atmosphere might suddenly go somewhere else. He needed to keep one eye on the readouts here and one eye on directing the drone. It was approaching the wrecked torchship now, and things looked…
…they looked really, really bad. The ship hadn’t crashed onto the ripped-away hatch; it had been pulled into it. The bands encircling the hull were far too regularly spaced to be ‘natural’ — and that was the moment when Tobias instructed his hopper to start its preflight checks. He’d seen this holomovie, although admittedly it usually involved giant squids.