The material of his glove squeaked as he gripped the
stick. He swallowed loudly, but the sound was lost in the noise created by his
respiration system. He ran the ship’s controls though their diagnostics again,
green lights across the board.
It was his first mission. They were to clear some pirates
out of an asteroid field. The raiders’ base was just coming into visual and he
could already see their fighters scrambling to meet his flight wing. This was
the sort of thing he had trained for, to help keep order in the galaxy. But his
hands were sweating.
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