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Jenna sat in the shuttle, hand drumming on the console as she stared out the window at the station. She still wasn’t certain she wanted to do this.
So far she’d eased the shuttle out from the Defender, but hadn't approached the station. It could so easily be a trap… but on the other hand, it might not be. And if she went running from every slightly suspicious looking situation she could end up going from system to system without ever contacting anyone.
Almost without a conscious decision she set the shuttle in motion, moving slowly towards the station. The clincher hadn't been whether or not she thought the situation was a trap. It was something far more fundamental. Loneliness.
Not her own. The loneliness of whoever was on the station, someone who might be the only person le
