Arrakeen: Agamemnon, come in. Agamemnon, are you there?
Agamemnon: We— trying too—
Arrakeen: Agamemnon, can you hear me? This is Arrakeen. We advise you to turn around. The coriolis storm has unexpectedly changed direction. Winds nearly 700 kilometers per hour. Agamemnon, do you copy?
Agamemnon: Negative, Arrakeen. No way back. Only way, through. We’re going to try and skirt the edge of the storm and land. We—
Arrakeen: Agamemnon? You cut out at the end. Agamemnon?
Agamemnon: Dear God…
Arrakeen: Agamemnon?
Agamemnon: We’re not going to make it…
Arrakeen: Agamemnon?
Agamemnon: It’s… the hand of God.
Arrakeen: Agamemnon?
Agamemnon: The hand of God!
Arrakeen: Agamemnon, come in. Agamemnon?