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Dreadnought, Chapter One: December 11th, 1998

“Please,” Elaine whimpered. “Please don’t make me go.”

“You’re the pilot on duty,” Hatcher said wearily. She stood at the bedside behind Elaine’s back. The major’s voice was soft, understanding. “We’re depending on you.”

“I can’t do it.”

“Why can’t you do it, El?”

She thought of the earth cracking beneath her feet, of Chiron’s dreadnought clutching numbly at the hole in its stomach. There had been so much blood. Coils of neon gre...

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