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The ship sailed between the asteroids, moving only by utilizing maneuvering thrusters. Waylon had cut the main drive before they even entered the main asteroid field. He wanted to sail silent, hoping to draw no attention to their movement. According to their stolen Tyral fighter, the main pirate base lurked somewhere in this field of floating rocks in the center of the Zine System.
Of course, they could be under surveillance.
“Still nothing on the sensors,” Josh whispered as if the pirates could hear him. “Where to now?
Waylon grumbled, his fingers disappearing into his beard. He stood in the cramped bridge of the Barracudas’ smuggling transport, Sparkling Light, and moved to study the local charts. “I don’t want to break radio silence yet.”
After spending his training in the comf
