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***<br />
“And that,” Jessica said with an air<br />
of finality, “is the tall and the skinny<br />
of it.”<br />
Everyone around the table that<br />
served as the primary gathering<br />
place for meals aboard the Breaking<br />
Dawn grunted and sat back to<br />
mull over what she’d told them. After<br />
several seconds of silence, one<br />
crewmember stood up.<br />
“I’ll not say that I’m entirely<br />
pleased with all this,” Zen squawked,<br />
her cream-colored feathers barely<br />
bristling, “but as your people say, no<br />
use crying over spilled muff.”<br />
“Milk,” Boo corrected with a light<br />
chuckle.<br />
Zen’s pitch black eyes slid over to<br />
the Kleeetan abruptly. “Pardon?”<br />
“Milk,” Boo repeated. “No use<br />
crying over spilled milk.”<br />
Clicking her beak lips, Zen tossed<br />
her head and shrugged. “Fine. Milk.<br />
Thank you, Boo. But my sentiment<br />
stands. We are committed, and we<br />
have been paid, so I think we might<br />
as well get the task done with as<br />
quickly as possible.”<br />
Jessica looked around the table.<br />
None of her crew appeared happy<br />
to be working for the Gorawnies,<br />
even if only tangentially, but no one<br />
stood up to say they refused either.<br />
Nodding, she said, “Okay then. Get<br />
to your stations. I’m going to be<br />
pushing the engines fairly hard all<br />
the way, and I don’t want any surprises.”<br />
Everyone filed out of the room,<br />
some going fore and some aft. Jessica<br />
and Boo made immediately for<br />
the bridge. The Kleeetan lowered<br />
himself into the pilot’s seat while<br />
his captain went to a command station<br />
above and behind him. As he<br />
strapped himself in and began preflight<br />
checks, she put on a headset<br />
and brought her communications<br />
display online.<br />
“Traffic control, this is Breaking<br />
Dawn requesting immediate clearance<br />
to depart.” Her words were<br />
crisp, clear, and direct. A reply was<br />
not long in coming.<br />
“Breaking Dawn, you are not yet<br />
cleared for debarkation. Stand down<br />
while we secure an exit lane for you.<br />
One moment please.”<br />
Tapping the screen to her left, she<br />
brought up the ship’s status display<br />
and saw that all systems were reading<br />
within nominal ranges. For a ship<br />
as old as she was, Breaking Dawn<br />
was fitter than most starcraft half<br />
her age. All her crew saw to that.<br />
Next she brought her navigation<br />
displays to life and started charting<br />
a route to Proxius. There were two<br />
to choose from, but neither was<br />
an easy trip, and ultimately it came<br />
down to deciding which was the<br />
lesser evil. One route consisted of<br />
eight hops; seven of them through<br />
standard Conduit nodes, and one<br />
through a Coven gate, with the entire<br />
trip taking an estimated six days.<br />
The other route took only three days,<br />
but there were four hops, and all of<br />
them were through Coven gates, the<br />
last two being within hours of each<br />
other. She didn’t want to put any<br />
of them through that sort of stress,<br />
but the saved time was too great to<br />
ignore. In the end, it really wasn’t a<br />
choice at all.<br />
“You’re now cleared to leave<br />
Vimm’skka Station, Breaking Dawn,”<br />
the traffic control operator said.<br />
“Exit vectors have been uploaded to<br />
you. Deviate from them and you will<br />
be fined accordingly. Have a good<br />
day.”<br />
Jessica checked her screens<br />
and saw the uploaded flight plan.<br />
“Thanks, traffic control. Breaking<br />
Dawn out.” She then added the<br />
transmitted exit vectors to her Proxius<br />
nav route and forwarded it to the<br />
piloting station. A disgruntled snort<br />
came seconds later.<br />
“Four Coven gates?” Boo asked.<br />
“Was it something I said?”<br />
She laughed, but it was a sound<br />
with little humor in it. The coming<br />
journey promised to be a trying one,<br />
and she silently cursed the bond<br />
that had caused her to help her old<br />
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friend. Had it been anyone else in<br />
the galaxy, she would have turned<br />
them away without a second’s<br />
thought. But Jack was different, and<br />
the old man knew it.<br />
Still, she thought, Zen’s right. We<br />
took the job, and we took the payment.<br />
No use grousing about it now.<br />
Let’s just get it done and move on.<br />
The sooner we get all these Coven<br />
gates passed us, the better.<br />
***<br />
For the fourth time in nearly as<br />
many days, space unraveled itself<br />
around Jessica in terrible swirls<br />
of light and dark as her ship flew<br />
through yet another Coven gate. It<br />
was a horrible feeling, like she was<br />
dying in slow motion, and it never<br />
got easier no matter how many<br />
times she went through it.<br />
“One...two...three...four...five...”<br />
she whispered, her eyes closed<br />
and her skin clammy. “Six...seven...<br />
eight...nine...ten.”<br />
By the time she was done counting,<br />
the medicine Zen had given her<br />
kicked in, easing her stomach and<br />
frazzled nerves. Going through a Coven<br />
gate was bad enough, but how<br />
the Coven themselves could stand<br />
to live inside them was something<br />
she would never understand.<br />
Checking her navigational<br />
screens, she saw that her ship was<br />
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