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Devika had just gotten used to controlling her warship when they arrived at Macalestern.
She had spent so much time as a passenger—out of control—that it was good to be a driver again.
As the purple column of hyperspace blazed by, she relaxed her hands, enjoyed her grip on the control joystick. Didn't want to let it go.
She preferred the dark gloom of the warship, its glowing control panels and quiet engine hum.
Piloting the ship had given her a certain level of…protection from Keltie and Michiko.
Especially Michiko.
What a relief it was to not be subject to silly questions! She had already divulged enough.
But Michiko had been quiet. The long ride had probably given her time to think about Clark. She mourned over the alien like a kid would a dead hamster.
She spent her time in
