I watched as the cargo ship pilot ran towards the group of colonists, whipping out her blaster as she ran.
I crept up the ramp to the hanger bay of the huge cargo ship, taking a flashlight out of my back pocket and shining it around the expanse of empty floor. A huge stack of cargo crates caught my eye, and I headed over.
A clipboard sat atop one of the crates, and I studied it for a moment.
"Huh, I guess this smuggler has got good intentions; she's here delivering supplies!" I muttered.
I rushed down some cramped metal corridors to a large engine room.
Colorful graffiti scrawled in alien languages covered the walls, loose wires and steaming pipes covered the scratched metal floor, and big metal power coils took up most of the space in the middle of the room.
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