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Chapter 11: City Approach
Weiss clambered through the hatch, her boots landing on the deck of Wilt with a satisfying thud. The solid metal beneath her feet felt reassuring after the cold, weightless void of space. The subtle hum of the ship's systems and the faint scent of recycled air filled her senses, grounding her in the familiar comfort of stability. The cold void of space faded away as the hatch sealed behind her. She turned, her eyes widening as she took in the familiar figures waiting for her.
"Blake! Yang!"
Blake's ears twitched, and she smiled softly. "Hey, Weiss."
Yang's eyes shone with relief, her mechanical arm glinting under the dim lights. "It's about time you showed up, Ice Queen."
Weiss's breath caught in her throat. The tension of the past hours melted away, replaced by the warm relief of seeing her teammates again. She took a step forward, and then another, until the three of them were wrapped in a tight embrace. For a moment, the cold silence of space and the dangers looming around them disappeared.
After a few moments, they pulled back, and Weiss glanced between them, her curiosity resurfacing. "How did you two get here? And whose ship is this?"
Blake and Yang exchanged a knowing look.
"It's kind of a long story," Yang started, scratching the back of her neck. "After everything went sideways, we were picked up on some planet named Venus. Turns out, the pilot is someone we've crossed paths with before."
Blake nodded, her voice calm. "The pilot is Adam."
Weiss blinked in surprise. "Adam?" Her brow furrowed, processing the information. "And he's helping you?"
"It's complicated," Blake admitted. "But for now, we've got a common goal: survival. He's not the same person he used to be. At least, he's trying not to be."
Yang crossed her arms. "We're keeping a close eye on him, don't worry. But right now, we needed his ship, and he came through."
Weiss took a deep breath and nodded. "If he's helping, that's good enough for me—for now."
Blake gave her a small smile. "We'll sort everything out once we're safe. For now, let's focus on getting out of this mess."
"Agreed," Weiss replied, her eyes resolute. "Let's get moving."
Yang grinned. "That's the Weiss we know and love."
The three of them shared a determined look, their reunion a small beacon of hope in the cold expanse of space.
Blush's voice crackled over the comms. "We've just entered Earth's atmosphere. You can take off your helmets."
Weiss reached up and unlatched her helmet, the hiss of escaping pressure filling her ears. Cool, fresh air rushed against her face, a welcome contrast to the stale, recycled oxygen inside the suit. She took a deep breath, the tension in her shoulders easing. Blake and Yang followed suit, the sound of helmets unclasping and soft sighs of relief echoing in the cabin. The freedom of having nothing between them and the world was a small but profound comfort.
Weiss reached up, unfastening her helmet with a relieved sigh. Blake and Yang did the same, the cool air of Wilt's interior a welcome comfort.
A few minutes later, Adam's calm voice came through the comms. "We're on approach to the Last City. Prepare for landing."
Weiss exchanged glances with Blake and Yang, anticipation and uncertainty mingling in their eyes.
"The Last City," Weiss murmured. "Let's hope it lives up to its name."
Blake nodded. "It's the best chance we've got."
Yang clenched her fist, determination etched on her face. "We'll make it work. Together."
As Wilt descended, the lights of the Last City glimmered below, a beacon of hope in the darkness. Weiss felt her heart quicken, a wave of anticipation swelling in her chest. After so long in the cold emptiness of space, the sight of solid ground and civilization felt almost surreal. The promise of safety, of standing on steady ground once more, brought a mixture of relief and cautious hope. Blake and Yang exchanged glances, sharing the same unspoken emotions—they were almost to safety.
Adam's voice crackled back onto the comms. "Tower, this is Wilt. Requesting landing permissions. Transmitting IFF now."
A brief silence followed, filled only with the hum of the ship's systems. Then a bright, familiar voice answered.
"This is Amanda Holliday at the Tower. Well, I'll be damned. Wilt, huh? Haven't seen that bird around these parts in a long, long time. You're cleared for Hangar Bay 3. Welcome back."
Adam's voice remained steady. "Copy that, Hangar Bay 3. Preparing for final approach. Good to be back after a few decades."
As Wilt glided toward the hangar, the glow of the Last City grew brighter, the promise of safety and a new beginning just within reach.