"On the hairline."
"Check outside air pressure."
"Seven four two."
"Terrain indicator."
"Level."
"Altimeter."
"Four thousand three hundred. Going down a hundred per second."
"Let her down."
Anxious seconds of jockeying, Jon's eyes flashing from indicator to gauge to telltale to screen, his hands and feet moving here and there on the controls.
The two others gasped as they saw the ground rushing toward them so swiftly. The ship landed—but with a jar that shook them all.