SF Drabble #314 “The New Neighbors”

There was a clattering sound, metal on metal, grapples striking the outer hull. After that a loud, resonant thud sounded: the shuttle’s docking ring being pulled flush, locking into place.

The Captain whispered, nervously: “How’s my tie?”

Bhotal observed, “I doubt they care about your tie…”

“This is an important meeting, I have to represent—”

“You look fine.”

Readouts began to change on the airlock’s environment panel. Pressure rose, stabilized: not quite Earth normal, but breathable. “This is not going to smell good,” Bhotal said.

“Why should they smell any better than they look?”

“Cycling inner door; here we go…”

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