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    Entry into the spaceport was complicated by a fleet of military vessels circling the station. Both Angels knew their presence mean t crowd of military grunts at all of the recreation centers. Once they made contact with the station controllers, they were directed to take the ship planet-side, where the quarantine and servicing of the ship was to take place. Bringing the Ironstar down in the busy spaceport was surprisingly easier than the freighter they had previously operated.

    As they brought the ship into its position, they waited for the all clear. A team came up and ran a cursory bio-check. Finding no evidence of the virus in the ventilation, they cleared the Angles for departure. Chrysta and Aleeyah had used the time to gather all their gear, including their new weapons. They opened the side door and exited.

    The ground crew stopped to stare as the two strolled across the spaceport, catching stares from the ground crews.

    “They’re all watching us,” Aleeyah whispered.

    “Let them,” Chrysta whispered back. “We’re the best looking flight crew these guys have seen in a long time.”

    They crossed the open ground to a waiting shuttle. Striping off their rocket boosters, and storing their weapons in the shuttle cargo, they hopped in and relaxed for the flight back up to the station.

    “Think they’ve already got your report on the old perv?” Aleeyah asked once they’d cleared the atmosphere.

    Chrysta nodded. “The response came in just before we dropped into normal space. We’re to go see old man Saunders as soon as we arrive.”

    “Not sure how we should take that. Will this be a ‘good job’ talk, or a “you’re getting court marshalled talk?”

    Chrysta laughed. “I doubt the latter, but somehow I don’t think it’s just a ‘good job’ talk. We’ll see have to see what the old man wants to throw at us now.”

    The shuttle pilot announced to buckle in as they were about to dock.

Description

    Entry into the spaceport was complicated by a fleet of military vessels circling the station. Both Angels knew their presence mean t crowd of military grunts at all of the recreation centers. Once they made contact with the station controllers, they were directed to take the ship planet-side, where the quarantine and servicing of the ship was to take place. Bringing the Ironstar down in the busy spaceport was surprisingly easier than the freighter they had previously operated.

    As they brought the ship into its position, they waited for the all clear. A team came up and ran a cursory bio-check. Finding no evidence of the virus in the ventilation, they cleared the Angles for departure. Chrysta and Aleeyah had used the time to gather all their gear, including their new weapons. They opened the side door and exited.

    The ground crew stopped to stare as the two strolled across the spaceport, catching stares from the ground crews.

    “They’re all watching us,” Aleeyah whispered.

    “Let them,” Chrysta whispered back. “We’re the best looking flight crew these guys have seen in a long time.”

    They crossed the open ground to a waiting shuttle. Striping off their rocket boosters, and storing their weapons in the shuttle cargo, they hopped in and relaxed for the flight back up to the station.

    “Think they’ve already got your report on the old perv?” Aleeyah asked once they’d cleared the atmosphere.

    Chrysta nodded. “The response came in just before we dropped into normal space. We’re to go see old man Saunders as soon as we arrive.”

    “Not sure how we should take that. Will this be a ‘good job’ talk, or a “you’re getting court marshalled talk?”

    Chrysta laughed. “I doubt the latter, but somehow I don’t think it’s just a ‘good job’ talk. We’ll see have to see what the old man wants to throw at us now.”

    The shuttle pilot announced to buckle in as they were about to dock.