Space was about to kill Uldir Lochett and his crew in a most unpleasant manner. Although it wasn’t the first
time the void had tried to snuff him out í not by a gigaparsec í Uldir still had plenty of objections.
“We’re losing atmosphere, fast,” He muttered, combing his fingers through the switches and indicators at the
helm of his transport, the No Luck Required. “But where?” His voice already sounded unnaturally thin, and his
eardrums felt like they were going to explode. How soon before his blood started to boil?
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