Marked

[Reeves]

Station control was remarkably prompt with granting this freighter in particular clearance to take off. The pilot certainly didn't hesitate to gun it and fling the ship back into the vacuum from whence it came. It seemed quite sluggish to turn, but when full throttle was applied the entire frame would tremble in protest from the unnecessary amount of speed the over driven engines provided. The lanes were not an option, naturally. So the pilot steered off and started hauling it through a nearby dark matter cloud. Rocks and distant lightning whirled by silently as the craft continued onwards. It seemed as if something larger was lurking in the mist besides the occasional patrol, but there was no opportunity provided to inspect what it must have been, at least not before the kestrel went through a jump hole.

Colorado was always remarkably beautiful, a wide range of colors and the sight of a distant Denver gave a sense of safety. But out here among the rocks, it felt like an entirely different experience. It would be an entirely uneventful hustle for a few hours, the engines never ceasing to howl in agony. It would be the only good opportunity for sleep if Olivia needed any, because eventually the craft would be thrown through another jump hole and spat out in New York. Scrap lined the space around them for as far as the eye could see. An empire could be built off how much Liberty wasted. A few enterprising rogue ships made an attempt at interdiction, but soon pulled away when the kestrel mustered even more speed, sparking something fierce as it spent a few more hours cruising in for Pittsburgh's dark side. "This is the rough part, reentry. Buckle in best you can."

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