"It would not be wise to destroy us," Pisces I said. "We can help you."
"How?"
"You need help," Pisces II said. "A storm is coming."
"A cosmic storm?" Ingomar asked. "I'm not worried about that. I'll stay here until it moves on."
Pisces I shook his head. "A planetary storm."
"When?"
"Sometime tonight."
"Okay," Ingomar said. "Thanks. I'll stay inside."
"It's not so easy as that. You must blast off and put your ship in orbit for the night."
"Why? Do you know how much fuel it takes to get into orbit? I have none to spare."