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Station Day 18
Fourth Shift
22.00 Hours


Jen Sin tapped up the schematic provided by Traven. It was a dry, but fascinating study, and one that he hoped would—

The comm pinged.

“Ship incoming,” Tocohl said, as he touched the switch.

Bechimo, out of Waymart, under contract to Tree-and-Dragon Family, Theo Waitley, captain and pilot in charge. Request docking.”

His cousin Theo’s voice was cool and certain, betraying not the slightest hint of anxiety. Her Trade was crisp, with an accent that he didn’t place, and no reason why he should.

“Tinsori Station,” he replied, “Light Keeper Jen Sin yos’Phelium on deck. Welcome, Bechimo. Cleared to dock on A Level, direct access. Station will guide you in. Do you desire support?”

“We’ll keep our own air for now,” Theo answered, which was, in Jen Sin’s estimation, entirely sensible.

“As you will. I will meet you at dockside.”

“Looking forward,” Theo said. “Waitley out.”

Jen Sin sighed, sat back in the control chair, and closed his eyes.


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