I would have liked to say our hovercraft touched down smoothly and successfully as planned. That it sank into soft snow, quietly descending from blue, undisturbed skies like we hoped.
From takeoff, everything was fine. We were rebels in a world that didn’t want us, but we were escaping, and that was enough.
Our crew set out to land on Vandon, an isolated and icy peninsula off the coast of Della,...