Void Dogs

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The one area where life had inarguably improved on board the Rebellion was in the communal mess. In the freighter’s original configuration, the mess area had been larger, but it had also been meant to accommodate far more people. Under Daniel Shays, the Rebellion had always made do with far less redundancy than most ships of its size. Most of space travel consisted of waiting around, he reasoned, so why pay three separate shifts of people to do so at the same time?
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Three weeks had gone by since the crew of Shays Rebellion, using luck and skill and desperate stratagems, had narrowly escaped from the chaos aboard the Fickle Finger—now utterly bankrupt and under major quarantine for reasons that were only partly their fault—and if those eighteen days had been somewhat less than pleasant for anyone, they had been a major source of pain for Lilliana.
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