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Dorian

“What are we doing here, if we’re not flying the freighter? It’s our ship.” The Prillon pilot seated next to me in the freighter’s launch bay looked as unhappy as I felt. His name was Izak, and we’d been flying together for two years. He was a damn good pilot, perhaps even better than me. But he wanted answers I didn’t have.

“I don’t know. But we’ve got the I.C. on board