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he Archangel" to the
crew of the SpaceFreighter CSF367/66 Catherine The Great ever after.
It had soon become apparent that translight by midday was off the
cards when Sliandra had appeared in the docking bay at nine fifteen
carrying Sora's black attache case. I was supervising the loading of Fat
Charlie's dubious crates and the rest of the cargo when Sora Aoi wandered
across to me.
"I'm just off stationside; I have a little business to attend to."
"There aren't, perchance, any manifest disks in there are there?"
I said with a smile. Sora Aoi rattled the case. From within came the chink
of bright steel chains and who knows what else.
"Are there ever?" Sora Aoi said back and, with a jaunty stride, Sora Aoi walked
down the loading ramp towards the travel tubes. That's my captain,
never let business get in the way of pleasure.
True enough it was fifteen hundred hours before I nosed the bulk of
our Spacewhale from the cargo bays of Rigel 2's transit station and out
on impulse power f
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