She spotted a crater where a turbolaser emplacement had formerly stood between two granite towers. “Hit you once already,” she muttered, and felt her skin tingle as the pod’s electromagnetic brakes kicked in. She tuned out the chanted prayers of her companion and braced for impact. — Chass survived the fall. Her companion didn’t. After the crash the woman with fur and fangs lay beneath Chass with her head unnaturally twisted. The body was still warm, and close enough that Chass would’ve felt a heartbeat if she’d survived.
