“Agg Two’s ready to go,” Nezla said. Simultaneously, the entire ship shook with the force of a small explosion. “There it went,” she continued matter–of–factly. “Power reduced by thirty percent.”
Luuj absorbed the entire situation in one glance. They were still hanging in the sky, with the island tempting them less than a thousand meters below. “Astrogator, do we go up or down?”
“Down,” Sora said without a moment’s hesitation. “We’d never make it up.”
Luuj set herself grimly to the task. She took the figures Sora gave her and set her own instruments accordingly. They continued down. The altimeter read five hundred meters. Four hundred….
“Number Four agg critical,” Nezla reported, her voice a tense monotone.
Three hundred meters. Two hundred.
Explosion. “Agg Four gone,” Nezla said sup
