If they crashed into Etrusca’s Wall, they might vanish forever.
They were going to die.
"You have to turn back before we get killed,
that's what it means!" M’kar shouted, as the alarms resumed their
ear-splitting shrieks.
The craft tipped. Ke’Jor slid out of his seat,
hitting the floor with a thud. Ke’Niq and M'kar slid sideways, he on his knees
on the deck of the craft, and her falling sideways along the bench seat. Ke’Niq
caught hold of her wrist with one hand and with the other hand caught a cleat
in the deck used for tying off cargo nets.
"Get your hands off her!" Ke’Jor lunged
at his cousin. "She's mine. Grandfather says so."
M'kar twisted around to kick Ke’Jor in the face.
He shrieked like a goosigah, threatening to go so high no Human ears could
hear.
The craft kept tipping, and the engines shrieked
loud enough to cover up Ke’Jor's cursing and spitting and the slapping of his
hands on the deck plating as he tried to climb the steep angle. M'kar got her
own grip on a cleat in the deck. She stayed a good meter out of Ke’Jor's
waving, slapping hands.
The craft tipped over on its roof, hard enough to
knock them loose. They hit the ceiling. M'kar yelped. Ke’Niq swore. Ke’Jor
shrieked for Ke’Niq to make the air-car behave.
Then the craft hit hard, bouncing all of them up
to the floor, now the ceiling. M'kar's head hit. She saw stars and bit the
inside of her cheek. Her neck snapped. She fought to hold onto consciousness as
the craft tipped and slid, then hit and flipped up in the air, then turned
over.
For a few heartbeats there was nothing but tumbling
and trying to grab onto something. Ke’Jor shrieked for Ke’Niq not to tell their
grandfather he crashed another craft.
Then blackness.
Good. She was tired of hearing Ke’Jor shriek.
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