And worst of all, city inspectors blocked us from moving in.
Which means I went a few days without writing for nothing.
Damn! Damn! Damn!
Not all bad, though. Farno and our intrepid lady back home have made contact of sorts. A rescue is being mounted.
But wait. Your universe uses wormholes to go faster than light. Shouldn’t rescue be nearly instantaneous? “Hi! We’re here! Where do we send the rescue shuttle?
Well, yes. And no. Because the Compact is not anything if it isn’t stupidly political. The Navy is iffy about pulling projection drive ships (which make their own wormholes) off their assigned routes to rescue someone on a planet Mars can’t be bothered to go look after in the first place. So they’re going to steal a warp ship.
Hey, I haven’t explained who blew up Barsoom, have I? Oooh! Plot complication!