The derelict ship drifted steadily nearer to the docking bay. It was deceptively slow-looking, considering both craft were moving at near-relativistic speeds.
"Steady," Grisbane said. "Steady on..."
There was a juddering thump that shook the ship.
"What was that?" cried Brik.
"Oops," came a mechanical voice over the intercom.
"We crashed it." Grisbane stared at Brik. "Why are you here? You're supposed to be manning the attitude controls."
"I left Wxlplt to do it." Brik wilted under Grisbane's gaze. "What? It's two buttons! He's plenty smart enough."
"Octopi have radially symmetrical brains," Grisbane said. "He thinks 'left' is a color."
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