“Wong ba dhun…” Ty dropped to the ground causing a billow of dust. He wiped his soot-stained hands on his trousers, and then proceeded to examine the gash on palm, all the while seeming to ignore his brother and the Shepherd.
“Well?” Dru prompted.
Ty flexed his hand and looked back to ‘Alice,’ and the thin wisp of smoke rising from her damaged hull. “It could be worse…”
“Please, son. The landing was – interesting – enough,” said Copper. “But as they say, any landing you can walk away from…”
“Well, it’s mostly cosmetic. The only major system that was affected was the long-range sensors,”he took a mostly clean rag from his pocket and wrapped it around his palm. “About half a day to splice the line, then cut and weld a patch. I’d say we can be back in the black by tomorrow night.”