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Jenna knocked back more of her drink. It burned on the way down but she didn’t care. She’d reached the point of not caring about anything. Or that was what she was trying to convince herself.
The Defender was in a high orbit around the gas giant. She’d moved it there hours before, not wanting to be stuck by the inactive Tagrale and continuously reminded of her situation. Then she’d settled into the pilot’s chair and started drinking. And hadn’t stopped.
She’d named the system at some point, calling it Dragh. Not for any particular reason, but the sound of the name had summed up her feelings.
The alcohol wasn’t helping. Not really. She still knew she was stranded, her mind kept returning to that fact and that she was probably never going to meet another living person for the
