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The main hanger on Tarton's Junction had not changed at all. Lines of the Tridents, all in various stages of repair and standard maintenance, filled the expanse as Austin descended the ramp of his freighter. He noticed three Corvos parked to his left. Maintenance crews scurried about, some barking orders, others rushing to fulfill commands. The smell of gas and hot electronics surrounded him, along with the roar of a dozen engines firing or idling.
Wearing his nondescript black fatigues, Austin marched across the chaotic flight deck, recognizing the activity seemed full of energy like the days when the Tyral Pirates had been the primary threat to Quadrant Eight. Now, he was sure Admiral Tolan Gist had notified the Tarton's Junction crew of the heightened alert of the unknown threat.
