8-579: Spanial, Control

OK.

It looks as if Jennie may have been hoping Lia would handle this and she could get back to her course plot, but she says, “We have inbound, contacts coming up from the planet.”

She points to the scans.

“Given what happened to the last ship that was here, I think we’d best leave.”

She points at the jump seats at the rear of the room, and with a firm commanding voice that Lia hasn’t heard before says, “Now secure yourself in response to the emergency maneuver alarm.“

In response Kort quickly plants his ass on a seat and begins fitting the belt.

Jennie looks as if she’s about to say something else when Ipan says, “I have visual.”

He sends an image to the screens taken through the visual telescope on the ship’s sensor array.

On the screens, against a background of brown-orange clouds an elongated shiny-gold-coloured egg-shaped craft is emerging from the upper atmosphere.  Above and below the main structure are a pair of ring-shaped structures, as she watches the profile of the ship changes as it turns its nose toward the camera.

Ipan says, “course change, Contact One is heading directly for us.”

Give me a Pilot (Aerospace) roll please.