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The sounds of shuffling feet on the deck plating outside woke me. Ugh, where was I? My head was a pounding mass of pain and questionable life choices. The night before was a bit of a blur. It was slowly coming back to me, the longer I was conscious. Then again? So was last night’s dinner. It was definitely time to get up.

Laying against the commode was the morning relief my headache had apparently needed. That and the Rhoxophen from the Medpen I took. It seemed to help with the “pounding mass of pain” part of my regrets and unfortunate decisions. I looked out over Crusader LaGrange Point Station 1 from the sole window my room afforded me. I was lucky to get that. Most just got a room. This one had cost extra.

The shuffling of feet had slowed. Everyone had reached their work stations for the day. My job? Oh, my job isn’t here. My job was waiting for me in the hangar, currently on pause. Stopping over in Stanton hadn’t been the plan. However, thanks to the quirks of Drake Interplanetary, here I am. My Corsair needed a replacement power plant. The SRV to tow us here had been costly. Very much so, matter of fact. 591,000 United Earth Credits. The Corsair is a fairly sizable ship and we’d been quite a distance. Not to mention, our contact was with the Nine Lines. They tend to charge more if you don’t want trouble.