Dr. Kyle Engelmann looked at the ship through the shuttle’s porthole. He wasn’t really sure why it was so necessary for him to be here, the data would be just as good when the ship came back to port but his research group wanted a scientist to physically accompany the mission to direct their observations locally. The whole thing was rather silly he thought.
His own research was sure to suffer as a result.
He watched the activity for a time; the ship was long and thin, like a tower laid over on its side. A large, bulbous object was attached to one end along with an assortment of tanks clustered around it. He as
“…you are not ready to go back out.”
“Who the fuck are you to tell me what I’m ready for you asshole?!”
Cinder scowled. She was half-angry at herself for the outburst, but angrier still at being trapped here by these damn doctors. Her hand shook slightly of its own accord as she played with the wheelchair’s control handle as they sat there in uncomfortable silence for a while; him studying her while she childishly looked at the floor. Finally pushing the control to the side, she swung the wheelchair around away from him and looked out of the window. They were out there in the city