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As Astra's Ship headed down towards the planet's surface with three
others, whilst the remaining twenty kept watch from orbit, she reflected,
not for the first time, how fortunate she had been not to be assigned to
Rosebud Squadron. That would have involved her skin colour becoming a
virulent pink.
Radar and infra-red surveillance from orbit had indicated that there was nothing obviously wrong with the base's buildings. So why wasn't it communicating? In case it was now in enemy hands, the four Ships landed some five miles away. Not that that was far enough to have prevented surface-to-air attack, but the distance would at least have allowed a few seconds to react had they been fired on. But there was no attack. Astra and her three fellow pilots emerged from their vessels, preparatory to covering the remaining distance on foot. The atmosphere's composition was close to that of Earth and there were no dangerous micro- organisms.
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