The Botched Deal
The Wayfinder dropped out of hyperspace with a shimmer of stretched starlight snapping back into stars. Brains deftly guided the aging freighter through reentry, hands dancing across the control panel. “I’ve got the beacon. Plotting for the settlement now.” Cap’in leaned over his shoulder, eyes scanning the glowing readouts. She pointed toward a cluster of rugged hills at the edge of the valley. “Set her down in the shadow of those cliffs on the outskirts. I don’t want anyone making off with the Wayfinder while we’re in town.” Brains nodded and adjusted course without a word. The ship landed with a gentle thud, its engines cycling down in a dusty haze. The ramp lowered, and the crew stepped into the arid wind. “We’re making our way to the town on foot,” Cap’in said, tightening her cloak against the gusts. She swept her gaze across the distant jumble of buildings. “It might look like a ramshackle, dust-choked outpost, but it’s crawling with bounty hunters, slicers, and desperate types...

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