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The airlocks on the Sun Deck opened, and the corsairs dipped out into space.
In the lighted cockpit of Keltie’s ship, all the buttons glowed blood red as shadows fell over them.
Keltie placed one hand on the control joystick covered in blue buttons and another on a small panel with a few buttons and a radar screen. She trained her gaze ahead, all her years of flight training transforming her instantly.
In a rearview camera on the corsair’s tail, she saw the luxury cruiser inch further and further away.
Keltie leaned down as the weightlessness began. She wore a reddish-orange astronaut suit that was slimmed down to conform to her body, and a helmet with a polycarbonate, dome-like face. She hated the reddish-orange color. Even though it was supposed to help make you easier to spot dur
