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“What are you doing?”
“Studying flight patterns and the proper procedures for FTL fold-jumps,” replied Sleahn. “After today, I really don’t want to screw up on our training mission next week.”
Treeg looked at the digital chronometer on her wrist. “Sleahn, it’s oh-three hundred hours. Get some sleep.” She tried to turn over and sleep herself, but the detailed holo-display of a star chart, projected above the desk in the center of their room, distracted her. It didn’t look like their regular text-holo book. The regular first-year book projections were all red. The one her brother looked at was not only blue, but it showed far more detail than anything she’d ever seen.
“Sleahn, what is that?”
“It’s a copy of the Master Core Statistical Guide. I borrowed it from the library.”
Treeg
