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"Trajectory found," the computer declared, "ENGINES: ONLINE." The ship lurched forward, nearly knocking us to the floor. Hex and Cranium looked at each other knowingly. Mr Swarm and I ran into the cockpit. "It's left this black stuff all over the overhead" crackled Hex over the intercom, "across the datastores, and straight through the floor again - what's going on up there?" "We're locked out of the controls, all I can tell is we're no longer disabled, traveling at full speed and on a collision course with the planet." I replied. Thin strands pulsated rainbows of light to and from a large blobs on the ceilings and walls. "I don't think it's going to hurt us, it's too focused on where it's going." Hex said, "it's taking us somewhere." "There isn't much we can do now except see what it it wants, can we?" the Commander asked. He was right. 10 minutes until landing, no time to waste. Mr Swarm gingerly poked a blob with a screwdriver, his hand jerked back with a spark, leaving the screwdriver spinning towards the floor. 9 minutes. "Suit up!" Commander Cranium commanded. 9 minutes, 30 seconds. I pulled on my gloves and heavy boots, checked the respirators connections and walked into the main corridor. Hex's athame reflected the dim rainbow lights of the alien satellite. 6 minutes, 30 seconds. Mr Swarm came in wearing his carapace of armor, followed by the Commander who has to bend his head awkwardly to fit his helmet through the door. "Remember the landing plan," Cranium instructed, "we have to be able to defend ourselves, but not appear to be hostile... The computer says we should be able to breath the atmosphere, but I don't think we should take any chances trusting it while that thing is in control of the ship. Like Hex said, this thing isn't killing us, but for how long?" 5 minutes, 30 seconds.