Exile
' WARNING: Your vessel has entered a restricted area. You must... ' The automated message was only one of a dozen warning signals that were bombarding the control room of the survey craft Dawkins. Cali Moore shut that particular warning signal out of her head. She couldn't think about it right now. She had to focus on finding an emergency landing site. The vessel wouldn't last long in open space. "Where the hell are we?" Cali demanded of her co-pilot, Klayne. "It doesn't make any...