Ficlet, injury
Mai, helpless until Solita was in range of the various clamps, waldo arms, and the stronger tractor fields of the docking ring, watched through their sensors as a single bipedal life sign slowly crawled from the bridge on the main deck back toward the row of life pods. A standard Class-E had 3, The Solita had 4, and only one was still docked. "[…oh ground, the mudding door is jammed!…]" sobbed across the still opened channel. "[…I'm gonna die out here…]"
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