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Ryan Miller connected his corsair to the airlock of the GGC Horizon. The gears in both spaceships locked shut, and Miller’s dashboard beeped signifying a complete seal.
Miller put on his fedora and straightened it, looking at himself in the shiny reflection of his dashboard.
Below, Gargantua’s golden clouds tinged the window in shades of yellow.
“This is my chance,” he said, grabbing his tablet off the dash.
It had been a miracle that the Galactic Guard hadn't taken off yet. By sheer luck did they agree to meet with him.
He rushed through the salon of his ship and into the airlock where the ships were connected.
In the airlock of the Horizon, two men waited for him.
He hurried into the Horizon to meet them, tipping his hat.
“Gentlemen,” he said, extending his hand. “Special Age
