Serial One: Page #2

There was no need for me to do maintenance. The hangar was well enough outfitted that my ship could take care of itself automatically. Neither was there any need for me to give orders. An enemy force of unknown size approaching a small mining station could only be responded to in one way: muster every ounce of force you have and hope they are few enough you can take them. The soldiers here knew the drill.

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