“We’ll be fine; we’re going to need your help loading up though.” Light murmured through his trance.

Once the ship landed he set a new proximity alarm with a tighter radius. Then together they embarked on the fraught task of lugging their new cargo between ships. Light kept an anxious eye on their surroundings at all time and tried to martial every nerve in his body that screamed at him to run.

Just as the last crate was being fastened did the alarm sound. “Close the doors!” He ordered, before careening into the cockpit to take direct control. The scan showed the enemy ship was closer; it’d landed briefly in a field between them before taking back off again thirty seconds later. It was now steaming directly at them - there was no way they’d be able to make a clean break here.

“They dropped boarders, get ready to defend that bay! I’m going to get us in the air!” Light stretched in every direction imaginable to complete pre-flight actions in record time. Then he gunned the engines and took them up off the rocky wasteland.