“You sold. The ship. To scrappers. My ship. The ship you promised me.”
I left. Just barely before I hit anyone. I took a runabout and just flew. I dived into the rings, recklessly, hearing ice ping off the hull. I don’t think i wanted to die, I just wanted not to think. Another ring. *skrinklegling*. Where was I going, no idea. What did I want? A future.
D-ring. *skrinklegl-CLANK* fuck that one had rock in it. I cut the drive. Wait, reengage and program an orbit.
“Ship, search mineral claims on LV-729 D Ring”
«none found»
“Register a provisional claim, warm up the spectroscope, let’s see what we’ve got”
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