“We’ve lost all lateral thrusters! What are you doing?”
Jensen pulled hard on the yoke, neck veins bulging. “I don’t know!”
“We’re gonna splatter across the farmlands.”
The muted greens of the agri-sector filled his viewport.
“Did you even do the coil thruster training?”
The ship shuddered. Of course he didn’t. “Hold on.”
Jensen turned hard. The abrupt roll shook the interior paneling away from the hull. Three screens popped. They were completely sideways.
“Jensen! Wha-” The voice cut out.
The edge of the forest came into view. Three thousand acres of young sequoias. One-thousand years young.
“That’ll catch us.”