Soaring across the skies of the heavy traffic junctions of Kledbal, Blue Transit was caught in a precarious situation. And the passengers hadn’t even tipped its pilot yet.
Colby screamed into the com-link attached to his helmet, desperate to hear a voice on the other end, his hands trembled as he tried to maintain his grip on the ship’s steering wheel.
“Red W, this is Blue Transit, I repeat, this is Blue Transit…its Colby, they’re overwhelming us, I need a clear as path as you light for us”
To maintain vital communication with Red W, there had to be a clear visual, something made impossible by dreary and murky clouds forming in front of him, making it not just difficult to see, but difficult to speed up the acceleration of the ship as he feared he might crash into Red W.
“I thought you said the skies were clear Doc”
“I can’t predict the forecast Graham, I’m not a weather person” said The Doctor.
“Yeah, well it’s a bit murky now, all those drones flying overhead emitting that flaky smoke” Graham pointed out.
“Sorry, are you telling me these conditions are deliberate?” asked Colby in a state of panic.
“Hey, you’ve got a good eye there Graham” The Doctor observed.
“It must be the work of the Kilaters, part of their protests” Colby explained
“Oh protests? Me and Grace did a few of those. All peaceful. Frankly she only went for the free cups of Nescafe they passed out on their tidier breaks” Graham admitted.
“Everything is under control, I assure you, and Red W will light the path” Colby assured his passengers.
“You’ve put a lot of faith in Red W, but how do you think they’re coping right now? They may need someone in front of their path to light their way”
“It’s so much easier where they are, it should be” Colby replied, desperation in his voice, almost needy. He depended on a clearer path.
“Well, we are not over there are we? But I bet you want to be, so own it, and take us high up. Go on”
Colby was hesitant.
“I’ve never broken tradition before”
“That’s what the Kilaters are probably counting on, they want to change the world around them because it’s inflexible, kept in the same corner, don’t just sit in that corner, kick away at it ’till you break down the barriers it forms a part of. Everyone on every world, be it your own or one alien to you, has moments where they refuse to sit well over there and light their own way home, showing everyone how big and brave they were for doing it all by themselves”
Colby pulled up, the gravity of the high altitude pushing his gums back over his teeth, but he preserved and Blue Transit soon rode clear of the fog, flying over Red W and making a beeline for home.
“You’d make a class substitute for Frizzle on the magic school bus someday Doc”
“River rode it, she said it was rubbish” The Doctor replied.