Reverend Shipping is in the cargo room, just sitting on the boxes. Or maybe he's not just sitting- he appears deep in thought, though whether it is about pragmatic things, or one of those mental conversations religious humans use when they are trying to communicate with their Creator, I don't know. I haven't had a chance to connect with him or the other new passengers yet- or, for that moment, get a new physical form.

It's just out of the frying pan and into the fire with this crew.

"You're needed back in the medical bay," I say.

He glances up, exhaustion in his eyes. "Is it Silas? Does he need me again?"

"This is for your safety, this time."

Sighing, he stands up, reluctant but obedient. Like he could care less for his safety, but knows he must tend to it regardless.

As long as he complies, that's all that matters to me.

I focus on my hologram in the medical bay and see everyone has gathered inside, except for Orion. Reluctant but obedient myself, I close the doors down around us.

"These are only precautions while the captain and I attend to the repairs," I say. "It should only be a half orbit between our landing and our being able to launch from the planet. During the launch, you will be released to take proper seating in the cockpit. Afterwards, you will be free to roam the ship as you wish until we land on earth."

The two conscious passengers nod numbly. Nicholas just stretches out and leans back on one of the chairs.

Killa, however, chews on her bottom lip, and even without breaching our mental link, I know what she's thinking.

Nothing is ever that easy with this crew.

I focus on the hologram with Orion, and find him wearing his suit while driving the ship. "We're at the coordinates," he says without looking up.

"I'll scan the area," I answer, turning on the ship's feature that is so similar to my own private one. I take a geographic scan of the terrain below us. Fairly even- and certainly no trace of activity from a Cyrovolcano. "We're good to land."

Orion nods, and puts the landing gear on. Granted, I could do that for him just as well, but he likes to be as manual of a pilot as possible.

Humans. They can be so stubborn sometimes.

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