wanted to be alone with Chrissie and was thankful that despite the distance, it was only a short journey by shuttlecraft. They would reach the place that passed for home on this world, in less than ten minutes. He suspected that it would be the longest ten minutes of his life. The pilot shut the door behind him before moving towards the front of the craft and beginning to manipulate the controls. The shuttle took to the air smoothly and began its journey. Interested, Chrissie looked around her. She was aware that she might never get another chance to see inside a Klingon shuttlecraft and the scientist in her was curious. She wondered how it worked. The engines gave off only the faintest hum and she had the sensation of incredible speed, yet the ride was smooth. The craft was short and squat, conforming to none of the rules of aerodynamics, so what made it fly? She voiced the question and Krang tried his best to explain, but after a minute she stopped him, realising that the science involved was so far beyond her current level of knowledge that it might as well be magic. Eight minutes into the flight, Chrissie realised that the craft was descending and beginning to reduce its speed. The pilot spoke to someone over the radio before turning the craft and bringing it in to land. Cutting the engines, the pilot got up and opened the door for his passengers. Krang spoke briefly with him and taking Chrissie’s hand, he led her out of the craft and towards his home. She looked questioningly at him and he translated the conversation for her, saying. “I have just asked him to wait for Lieutenant Marla and take her back to New York.� The house was big, but not oversized, and was set in spacious gardens, with a high wall around them. The
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