“Here goes…” I fire up the spin drives. We go from zero g to 1.5g’s in under a second. I am pressed back in my chair and Rocky grabs a support with a fourth hand to stay steady.

As the Hail Mary slows down, our velocity can no longer keep us in orbit. I glance at the Radar panel and it confirms that we are losing altitude. I adjust the ship’s attitude so we are pointing very slightly upward from horizontal. Just a fraction of a degree.

Even that small amount is too much! The radar shows us gaining altitude rapidly. I bring the angle back down. This is a sloppy, nasty, horrible way to fly a spacecraft, but it’s all I have. There was no point to calculating this maneuver in advance. There are so many variables and ways to mess up the math I’d be flying on manual almost immediately anyway.

After a few more overcorrections, I get the feel for it. I increase the angle bit by bit as the ship slows down with respect to the planet.

“You tell when to release probe,” Rocky says. His claw hovers over the button that will eject the spools and let the chain fall freely. We can only hope it doesn’t get tangled.

“Not yet,” I say.

The attitude screen shows we’re at 9 degrees from the horizontal. I need to get us to 60. Something catches my eye off to the right. It’s the external camera feed. The planet below is… glowing.

No. Not the whole planet. Just the bit right behind us. It’s the atmosphere reacting with the IR blast from the engines. The Hail Mary is dumping hundreds of thousands of times more energy into that spot than Tau Ceti does.

The IR heats the air so much it ionizes and it’s literally red hot. The brightness increases as our angle gets more severe. Then the affected area starts to grow. I knew it would be significant, but I had no idea it would be like this. We’re leaving a red streak across the sky, destroying anything in the air. The carbon dioxide is probably being ripped apart from pure heat energy into particulate carbon and free oxygen. The oxygen might not even be forming O⁠2. That’s a lot of heat.

“The engines are heating up Adrian’s air a lot,” I say.

“How you know, question?”

“Sometimes I can see heat.”

“What, question?! Why you no tell me this, question?”

“It’s related to sight… there’s no time to explain it. Just trust me: We are making the atmosphere very hot.”

“Danger, question?”

“I don’t know.”

“I no like that response.”

We angle up and up and up. The glow behind us gets brighter and brighter. Finally, we reach the correct angle.

“Angle achieved,” I say.

“Happy! Release, question?”