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Keltie charted a course, then put the corsair on autopilot. The dusky brown lands of Kepler sailed below her, and the ship turned away from the sun and toward a shadow of darkened land in the distance. Taking off her suit helmet, she walked through the cockpit and into the ship itself, which was made with metal construction but coated with oak panel walls and carpet for comfort. She breathed in fresh oxygen from the ship’s climate system.
It had been a rush to get here. She raced Claire to the corsairs, but Claire’s clients weren’t as organized and she had to circle back to get them. By then, Keltie was far into the sky.
Thank goodness.
She passed through the small hallway of the corsair and into the salon, where all of the guests were gathered, having drinks with their helmets off.
