<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'">There was much discussion she could not take part in, leaving Maggie to silently watch and listen while the three crewmembers tried to decide what their next move should be. It sounded as though everything would have to be done just right for them to have a chance in landing safely and in the correct area on the strange planet. It was easy to consider their chances bleak, but Maggie had faith on her side. That and utter determination to find her father safely in the future.<br/>
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It seemed she had spoken too soon about crash landing and how they needed to do it next. Into the view of the window came massive black chunks and various debris that soon flared orange as they combusted in the atmosphere. Despite the gravity of the situation, Maggie found the bright flashes of light and bright colors pretty…until the men pointed out the reactor looming near them. Alarm replaced awe and she worriedly watched as both Moore and Curtis hurried to return to their seats and hastily began strapping in. There were multiple scenarios crossing her mind as she watched the dark cylinder looming ever closer and while she nestled back in her seat, Maggie couldn’t help but voice her worries.<br/>
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“Is that going to hit us?” She asked the men with worry clear in her voice. She looked amongst them all for one of them to give her explanation, but didn’t even give them time as the next question nervously bloomed from her lips, “If it does, will it blow up? Or do you think…will that survive entering the atmosphere?” She was grossly under informed of the situation and had no idea how that reactor could affect them. She just knew it was bad.<br/>
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From above the ship viewfinder lolled what appeared to be the side paneling of a ship far larger than the one they occupied. It was dense enough to not be pulled into the planet’s atmosphere just yet and instead creeped toward the reactor that was inching ever closer to becoming dragged toward the planet. Maggie’s lips parted to ask what would happen if that panel hit the reactor, but it was so slow in its advance that the piece merely bumped the side of the large cylinder, forcing its projected path to change and it instead rose up above the Asura. Suddenly the fear of obliterating in a nuclear reaction was no longer a fear to be needed. It was a tiny bit of good luck in their horrible streak of bad, and Maggie smiled appreciatively as the hunk of metal continued to languidly drift in the black.</span>