"It's the next moon shuttle, and it's about to leave!"

"Not moon shuttle," McAddis corrected.

This is just an ordinary moon shuttle.

Intruding into their discussion via the Interthink, an Australian aborigine checking seat belts on the moon shuttle will pile on with "Why doesn't he just say 'fellow citizens'?"

Just this morning, the news reported that the separatists had destroyed a military moon shuttle as it was departing the First World.

That moon shuttle that exploded was due entirely to their own incompetence and poor maintenance, yet the first thing they did was blame us for it, even though we've never committed violent acts on anywhere near that level.

She'd been peremptorily snatched away by Trag, shoved onto the moon shuttle, and without a shred of background data about the vagaries of the Trundomoux, delivered willy-nilly to a naval autocracy to cope with the exigencies of installing millions of credits' worth of black communication crystal for a bunch of skeptical spartan pioneers.

I should be able to catch the next moon shuttle.

It had begun long ago with moon shuttles, which had led to large planet shuttles, and now included this trim but powerful warp power craft which could have outraced the starships of only fifty years ago.