Soli sagged onto her bunk. Her shift had been long and boring, everything she’d feared. It’d only been two weeks aboard the Lightseeker 12, but it felt like years. Also, her CO was a dick. Initiative was discouraged, curiosity stepped on like a bug. Just do your flaming job, he’d said when she’d ...
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