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As the shuttle left the Sling behind, boosters kicked in. Specially tuned microwave emitters heated and rarified the air in front of the shuttle, reducing air resistance as the vessel clawed its way into the sky.
Everyone looked up as the P.A. crackled.
Captain Jennings sighed and closed his eyes for a moment. Not reporting the danger would be gross negligence. Losing the claim would be devastating for the entire crew.
None of them was.
Dr. Narang nodded and sat back. “Well, I guess I shouldn’t be surprised, since you have access to the contents of the file. And I don’t disagree with you about the alien part. However, there are protocols to deal with alien contact, and they don’t mandate a military presence.”
It never paid to think of people in terms of clichés.
Ivan had decided to be as matter-of-fact as he could. The more he acted horrified, the more Judy would feel that. Without comment or buildup, he held up a hand into frame. Judy’s hand went to her mouth and a whimper escaped. Unbidden, tears began to flow. Ivan felt his own eyes well up in response. “Ivan, I’m scared. Will it stop? Will you be able to come home?” Ivan gazed at his wife, the only woman he’d ever loved. He had no answer.
I could have felt something here. I didnt. I think its because i wasnt allowed to linger in the moment. I didnt get to see Judy try to reason or go through the stages of grief.
groans.
This chapter regurgitated everything we knew already, through the pov of the crew without actually giving us their own emotion or opinion on the matter. An opportunity to flesh out these characters has been lost.
DO NOT MAKE THIS SAME MISTAKE.
He slammed his fist on the armrest for emphasis.
The smell of dead fish pervades this.”
Use of the dead fish analogy across multiple people reminds me that these people are all fictional and written by one person.
Bentley scrambled to comply, and Moore scanned down the report again. A transcript of a conversation between Dr. Charles Kemp and someone who purported to be Ivan Pritchard.
What?
Ralph was strangely reluctant to answer some questions, and Ivan’s spidey sense was starting to twinge.
Moore gave him a rueful smile. “Captain, I am so far down the rabbit hole by now, this barely registers. However you try, you can’t actually imprison someone for more than one lifetime. Or execute them more than once.”
Moore tried to project an image of candor and trustworthiness. The Commodore
He could no longer hope that Ralph’s plans would be good for the human race. He was faced with his worst-case scenario.
“Sorry, ma’am. Don’t know. However, the message did mention larger optics. Big ship like that, lots of money, he might have room for a four-fifty Maksutov-Cassegrain. We’d never be able to touch that.”
species. Fresh blood, so to speak.
Missing double quotes
