"Launcher we can't bring these dods on a drop."
"No choice, I'm ordered, now you are. They're researchers from a university across the gap. Something about looking for ancient structures."
Hable's eyes went wide in disbelief, then fury. "You joshing me? They'll tilt us and get us all killed! No one could build anything on a midrock!"
"They've been on drops before. They'll stay out of your way. Just do your work, let them do theirs. And get 'em back here because we don't want Ambiter blood interfering with our livelihood, y'hear me?"
"No promise. Their chances of living through this are no better than ours."
"Good enough. Now get. You're back chute this trip."
"I hate you, Launcher."
"I said get," he was already jogging away from dock.
Hable motioned for everyone to board.
"Strap!" They each called when they took their seats. Hable checked all harnesses. Pol gave a questioning look.
"You on back?"
"I'll be your eyes, then."
Hable strapped in and pulled the klaxon.
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