Hearing that nobody is up to ask any questions more, without one word Inertia turned on her seat towards the console, once again plugging into the system and grasping the wheel.
"Autopilot is offline.", announced the machine loudly, through the cracking speaker. "Two minutes to contact."
"Fasten your belts, boys and girls, it might shake a bit...", sneered the pilot, her voice changed a little, perhaps because of communion with a spirit of the machine.
Behind the windows, everything became more and more bright and the air inside the cockpit started seeming warmer, to a point it almost twitched. Silent hissing of hot metal could be heard as you were advancing slowly towards the surface.
Servo-skull turned around nervously with a silent beeping noise, as if frantically checking the hull's integrity.