“Bless you, my
ancient creaky darlin’.” Varden Chang-Britane patted the navigation console of
the ancient ship. He wiped unexpected tears from his eyes. Tears of relief.
He’d found a bolt hole, all due to the ancient mining maps in Ol’ Bess’
obsolete data storage.
Safe Harbor.
They had a chance, now, he and his mates. He was the only one still standing,
the other three were in cryopods, all too wounded for Varden to help much
with his meager medical skills.
The Starlander
Frontier Book Two
Omcrom’s Haven
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