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“Deal,” he said. “But you’re helping with the pre-flight.”
Kaelen blinked. “How could you possibly—?” crilock
The woman smiled—a small, sad thing. “She remembers me. This ship was mine, once. Before the war. Before I had to sell her.” “Deal,” he said
“What is that?” Kaelen asked, a prickle running down his spine. he didn’t feel alone. “You’re not
Kaelen looked at the crilock’s gentle pulse, then at the woman’s weathered face. For the first time in a long time, he didn’t feel alone.
“You’re not,” she said, not unkindly. She knelt, ignoring the slick of leaking fluid, and peered into the engine cavity. “E-9 series. Sloane Dynamics. You’ve got a dead regulator.”