He placed his hand on the biometric panel beside the entrance, and his signature was immediately recognized. The heavy door slid open with a pneumatic hiss.
As it opened, Tatehan couldn't help but feel a wave of nostalgia.
The mechanical smell this place carried — a mixture of metal, and faint electrical ozone, heightened that feeling even more. It was the smell of home, strange as that was to think about a crashed alien spaceship.
The journey that he had assured the spaceship's AI wouldn't take more than a day had now stretched into approximately two full days.
This realization made him smile slightly, a bit ruefully. He hadn't exactly been faithful to his word, had he?
