No. 564

The ship plummeted to the ground, gouging a massive trench across the plateau of the alien world. A battered figure stepped out, on unsteady legs. She was followed by the co-pilot, the only other survivor.

“I’m sorry, my lady,” the co-pilot apologized. “After the drive failed, there was nothing we could do.”

“That’s alright, officer,” the survivor assured the pilot. “We may yet be able to complete our mission, despite this setback.”

The survivor paused for a moment, carefully scrutinizing the ruined craft. “But I don’t think we’ll be able make it home.”

The co-pilot nodded, accepting her fate.

The survivor put her arm on the co-pilot’s shoulder. “It would seem, then, that I am no longer your queen, but your partner, instead.”

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