The Helspont Sat in a small crater ten Kilometers from the archeology site. The pilot had set the sleek racing yacht down without so much of a thump. For a day he had dug into the consoles after which he announced the fuel cells were depleted and he could not rig any bypass to get the ship back into the air. The only choice he had was to walk across the rugged terrain to the station and get help from the diggers. After gathering some equipment and a plasma carbine he left the shuttle handing Mistress his plasma pistol and two extra power cells for it.

     ” Mistress I will return within two days, I must request you remain with the ship, this terrain is dangerous. the ever polite Cyberoid bowed elegantly and sealed the door behind him.