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Starla
Starla’s crouched on a ledge about ten meters up, panting. She’s figured that hiding and thinking will be smarter than running aimlessly. Whatever Mahr is doing, she seems to be trying to fly dark. Starla suspects she’ll have at least a few minutes before Mahr decides it’s worth alerting the entire prison.
Beyond the buildings there’s a huge swath of asphalt and packed gravel, and beyond that she can see what looks like a launchpad and airstrip. A fence stretches out between the two, but it can’t go on forever.
To be honest, Starla barely sees the fence. Despite the pressing need to focus and plan, she’s having trouble not gawking.
Overhead, the sky is gaping wide, space stations and super-massive cargo haulers tracing lumbering paths between glittering stars. A blue-tinged
