The Outer Rim Territories - Relgim Sector
An hour had passed since the shuttle had departed the Kwenn Space Station, the last refuelling point before the Mid Rim gave way to the rugged frontier of the Outer Rim Territories. Aboard the shuttle, the pilot and his four passengers sat in inscrutable silence. Some peered out of the forward viewport, trying to get a glimpse of Ord Trasi as the blue world loomed larger and larger ahead. Others kept their eyes on the ground or on some indistinct point, anywhere that meant they weren't looking at one another. Grace Van-Derveld fell into the latter group, or at least Dash supposed as much. It was difficult to tell what she was studying, behind the glasses she wore. The Director could have been looking back at him, wondering what he was gawking at. That thought made him glance away, down at his hands which had folded unconsciously together, as if he were praying.
The pilot broke the silence with a cough then spoke, and the muted sound of beeping told Starborn that he was accessing some of the shuttle's computer systems.
“ETA thirty minutes and counting. Half of that and we'll be within sensor range.”
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