Chapter 7.
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. Behind them, the green forests, blue oceans, clouds and rugged terrain of Chiex now just a blur. The planet’s moons hovered ahead, as the Seeker cruised forward.
“, give me an update on the Vorcon ships,” Garen said.
. Let me know the moment something changes.”
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It’s surprising they work at all.
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“ optimal, shes good to go.” Klamarez replied, though there was a hint of doubt in his voice. He felt a surge of pride but couldn’t shake the reality—the Seeker was Unfinished, untested, its maiden flight thrown straight into combat. He’d hoped for test runs, careful adjustments.
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“Received,” Garen acknowledged, accessing the Navcon—an advanced navigation computer.
“ to the Trace display, monitoring their pursuers.
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“I think... the IRD’s fried.”
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“Stolen from its original source, this story is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.
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video feed. The distant shape of the Vorcon warship approaching closer.
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“, still focused on the IRD. He scanned a section with a tool. “I need to reroute this, recalibrate the regulator flow, replace these damn CPU units... That should stop another blowout. It’s a mess, but it’ll hold,” he said.
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into a broad, triangular hull, narrowing into a rectangular core that stretched back. Jagged protrusions on its surface. A bank of engines at the rear emitted pale blue-white exhaust.
trapezoidal hulls and hammerhead noses. Reinforced wings and heavy armored frames.
new contacts appeared on the Trace display. The Vorcon transports from Chiex were still distant, trailing far behind.
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“Which isn’t much.
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Of course, it was him.
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“ Empire. I’m seeking peace,” Garen said, keeping his voice even, though his mind raced. What does he want? Why here, of all places?
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. As he lowered the hood, his features came into view: pale, chalky skin, large black eyes with deep red centers, and faint ridges for a nose.
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