"So nice of you to notice."
"You need to land."
"I am aware," she said, rolling her eyes. "I am going as fast as I can."
"According to my data, you can pull power from your shields."
"And then I will be unprotected. Since your people blew up my ship, I feel like I had better keep some protection."
"We did not blow up your ship."
"Well, you were certainly there."
"As were you. Did you blow it up?"
"While I was on it? What are you crazy about?"
"Following your logic."
"Is there a point to this? Because I don't have a lot of air left."
"Pull power from every system you can. I will shield you."
"Sure. Whatever you say."
"you misunderstand. We are your escorts. Our job is to get the ambassadors to the peace treaty. By whatever means needed."
"So you're going to walk me in there, then?"
"I will carry you if I need to."
"I'll rework the shields." She started draining power from everywhere she could--she wasn't a master at doing stuff like this. She had minimal working knowledge of how it all came together. Still, she managed to figure out how to return the power she'd loaded into the shields and put them in the propulsion. It shaved off maybe a couple of minutes.
"It's not going to be enough," Eleanor said.
"You do not have to land," Jedriek replied. "You merely need to get into the atmosphere. From there, you should be well enough to land."
She blinked. He was right; she hadn't thought about that part.
No, she just needed to get into the atmosphere.
How long did she have before she could break the atmosphere?
She didn't know.
Only a few breaths were left. Everything started getting fuzzy. The edges of her vision began to cloud, and she could only see the white.
Is this, is this what dying was?
Was she suffocating?
"Oh well. It was fun." She started to giggle.
"Ambassador. are you well?"
"Oh, hi. You're the Rhimodian who killed my ship. Nice job."
"What?"
