SO WE HIT THE SPACEWAYS for Vesta, and after a while the Old Man called up the crew and told them our destination, and if you think they were scared or nervous or anything like that, why, you just don’t know spacemen. From oil-soaked old Jock McMurtrie, the Chief Engineer, all the way down the line to Willy, our cabin-boy, the Leo’s complement was as thrilled as a sub-deb at an Academy hop.
John Wainwright, our First Officer, licked his chops like a fox in a hen-house and said, “The blockade! Oboyoboy! Maybe we’ll tangle with one of the Alliance ships, hey?”
Blinky Todd, an ordinary with highest rating, said with a sort of macabre satisfaction, “I hopes we do meet up with ‘em, that’s whut I does, sir! Never did have no love for them dirty, skulkin’ Outlanders, that’s whut I didn’t!”
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