Phule nodded and took up an extra notch in his safety belt. “Yes, and I’ll try to raise the base on the comm.” He touched the On button on his wrist communicator and lifted it closer to his mouth. “Mother, come in. This is Jester with a priority call. Mother, come in.” The communicator emitted aloud burst of white noise but nothing resembling a coherent signal. “Mayday, Mayday, Mother, can you hear me?”
Beeker turned around to look at him. “Sir, if I may make a suggestion, perhaps you should continue to transmit, on the chance that she can hear you but cannot reply. Tell them our position, and perhaps they can send someone to aid us. I will attempt to regain control of the vehicle.”
“Good plan,” said Phule. “If you can just get the thing stopped, at least we won’t have to worry about hitting anything.”
“That is what I have been attempting, sir,” said Beeker. He returned his attention to the controls. After a few moments he said, “We are veering off course, sir. The vehicle appears to be under external control. Should we abandon it?”
Phule looked at the boulder-strewn ground passing beneath the jeep and shook his head. “We’re still moving too fast,” he said. “I think we’re better off riding it out-unless something happens to make staying aboard worse than jumping. If we do get stranded out here, we’ll probably need the jeep’s emergency kit.”
“Yes, sir,” said Beeker, reaching up to hold his hat.
“The power readout’s still dropping, sir. I don’t think we’ve slowed down, though.”
If anything, it felt as if they’d picked up speed. The jeep was headed almost at right angles to its original. course, now, and none of Beeker’s efforts made any apparent difference. In the usual course of things, if power failed, the grav units would’ve lowered the hoverjeep gently to the ground-but at this speed, there would have been nothing gentle about it. The only thing to do was hold on and hope the crash protection was up to its job if they hit anything too solid.