I walked through the darkened recovery ward, the quiet stillness interrupted only be the occasional clicks and whirs of machinery. Having traded my stiletto heels for flats, my feet padded silently across the bay's tile floor.
I passed several vacant beds, as well as a few occupied ones, before reaching the curtained-off area typically reserved for the most critical of patients. Glancing over my shoulder in a brief flash of pa
Several weeks later...
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The tiny holding cell gave a lurch, its harsh lighting flickering erratically as the Dreams of Avarice made planetfall on Sheratan, the 'thunk' of the DropShip's landing gear on the landing gantry at long last heralding the end of our godforsaken covert operation. While the rest of the crew was no doubt celebrating, I felt little joy
Gellen's Heights Spaceport
City of Gellen's Heights - Central Sector - Sheratan
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The olive-drab heavy transport VTOL, emblazoned with the Crayven Corporation's royal-blue crest, rose from its berth-side pad and thundered through the morning sky, the urban sprawl of Gellen's Heights whipping past only meters below as its pilot
Elsewhere, aboard the Dreams of Avarice...
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"Doctor Schultz - General Maxwell has asked that you begin an failure analysis of the neurosuppressant system immediately."
I waited for the follow-up statement. Usually it consisted of the words 'he wants it as
