Ajax Seven launched with a scream of drill bit tearing through surface crust. The Core was an estimated sixteen hours directly below, along the central axis of Ajax’s drill.
Seven hours into the trip the ship lurched violently and the drill shriek intensified by an order of magnitude.
“Stop it! Kill it, or the gears will grind themselves to dust without resistance,” Captain Gustafson ordered.
“Did we strike some sort of air pocket, sir? A steam vent?” asked Briggs.
Gustafson waited patiently for the fog around the forward cameras to clear.
“A worm. Coddling moth larvae are common in apples.”
100 words. In response to this week’s Picture It & Write prompt: