“Bing Bong” came a soft and irritating alert from Ganymede Entry Protocol and Services. It echoed around the cabin’s comlink speakers.
“You have successfully downloaded the standard entry package. The standard package is updated every fifteen minutes and has a success rate of sevend-”
Grivo Switched off the comlink with a curt flick of his wrist on one of the knobs outlined with a neon green on the intricate dash. With another flick of his wrist the little furry alien twisted a neon orange outlined knob. Just as he did so, radio waves from earth’s past brought the sounds of Pink Floyd to the ship in a descending orbit around Jupiter’s most civilized moon colonies.
Grivo reclined back in his pleather chair, stretching out his little arms before crossing them behind his head. The little tufts of fur on his elbows stuck out from the sides of the pilot’s chair. His long ears rubbed against the material before they relaxed about the sides of his face. He let out a deep sigh that whistled between his sharp teeth and finally he crossed his legs.
Lynda on the other hand was suddenly struck with a tense paralysis once more.
Fucking hell, why now. She thought as the moon grew closer. It’s small, it probably barely has an atmosphere.
She looked down to see her nails digging into the coarse tan fabric of the passenger seat. She looked out the window and saw only madding space or the moon which was now dominating half of their view.
She looked to Grivo. His eyes closed; stomach rising and falling in a soft peace beneath his flight suit.
She felt her knee reflexively bobbing and looked for something to take her mind away from the rising tide. She scratched her elbow. She scratched her jaw. She felt beads of sweat on her brow. She turned suddenly to the little alien.
“Are you always this calm when you’re about to do an atmospheric push.” She said. Her eyes grasping at Grivo to say something to distract her.
“Hmm?” Said Grivo, his eyes opening slightly. “Why aren’t you. You paid for them to do it. Does that not bode well on your nerves?”
“It’s…I’t’s not that I’m nervous…” Said Lynda “I just have a conniption about planetary entries.” Lynda’s left ankle pocket began to feel very heavy.
Grivo shrugged “It’s just a Lunar entry. Over in three minutes.”
Lynda’s teeth began to chatter, and her skin felt as though she was being bitten by lice .
“I’m trained fully myself. I’ve done it lots of times. Eventually you accept that you’re gonna make it or not.”
Lynda’s eyes groped to the window. Madding space. The moon which was just a pinprick before was now looming before them as they descended. She could make out structures and formations on the surface.
“Don’t worry. Atmosphere entry is way over hyped. I guess you haven’t done it too often, but it’s really not that difficult.”
Lynda’s scalp felt like sandpaper. She let out a irritated breath and reached down into her ankle pocket.
“It’s fine.” She said, scratching with her other hand as she raised a cylindrical device. It had a large metal cylinder with a blue button. A glass chamber at one end became a mouthpiece with a rubber tip at the end. She stopped to calm herself before putting the mouthpiece into her mouth. “It’s fine” she breathed. “I have ways to cope.”
She pressed the blue button and a wave of vapor snaked through the glass chamber. She pulled the device away and took a sharp secondary breath before letting her arms fall. She closed her eyes and a plume of vapor spread out into the cabin.
Grivo glanced over to see Lynda fall back into her chair as the smoke trailed from her head. Her arms slumped over the armrests and the cylindrical device fell to the floor. He shrugged and closed his eyes.
Lynda’s eyes opened. They were dilated to the edge of her iris’s. The lights of the cabin waved in and out of focus as the motion outside the window continued beyond care or worry. She felt her body being enveloped by the puffy passenger chair. She laughed as fire began to creep up the windows of the cabin.
Metal-alloy shutter shields lowered in front of the windows. Blocking out the view. The lights inside the cabin flickered and faded away to darkness as the ship began it’s long and turbulent decent to the surface.
Lynda’s eyes made patterns in the blackness and felt soft swaying nudges in random directions. She giggled as the ship continued on.
Mox V? thought Grivo
There are worse problems. thought Grivo