Apotheosis
The crew on the Beringia breathed sighs of relief. They’d just gone through a real shitstorm on their way back home to Earth.
The crew on the Beringia breathed sighs of relief.
They’d just gone through a real shitstorm on their way back home to Earth. In their final hours away, the ship had spun end to end as it encountered some viscous gummy substance and seemed to slip and slide like someone stepping upon a banana peel. The gauges had gone round and round, sometimes forward and then backward. Smoke had drifted into the control room. Something was set afire, but the men were pressed back in their padded seats by the ship’s spinning around so could not investigate the source of the smoke. The view through the spaceports had been a swirling mixture of purple and black, with flashes of gold.