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The airlock doors opened and Hassan eased the ship into space.
“We've got four sets of eyes, so be on the lookout for any private passenger ships,” Hassan said. “Maya said Drake was flying a red corsair.”
The ship’s gravity ring kicked in and Michiko felt the weight of artificial gravity pulling her down. Through the bubble-like windshield, she scanned empty space and saw nothing.
Hassan did a quarter-turn and swung away from the disaster ship, then back toward it. The gargantuan mothership loomed ahead, and Hassan flew over its smooth metal surface. Lights from windows glittered all over the ship like small fires.
The radio beeped.
“This is Disaster Command. State your name and your purpose for leaving,” a male dispatcher said.
“This is Hassan Babayev,” Hassan said. “We’re search
