Destiny

[jammi]

I was basking in a feeling of ethereal freedom, unlike that I had experienced aboard the Dauntless and Eastbourne. This time I commanded my own Destiny. I set a course for the Battleship Norfolk, the Trade Lanes bursting into life as I neared them. I expected a swarm of BPA ships to scream towards me at any moment, their weapons bursting the protective bubble of my shield and cruelly rending my hull apart. But they did not come. The Horizon sped away towards the last Bretonian bastion between me and Rhienland which soon fell behind me as surely as Planet Cambridge had done but moments before.

Soon I was in Omega 3, speeding towards the Freeport. I was now outside Bretonian jurisdiction. Free. There was nothing that could be done to drag me back to the authorities, save a long and delicate extradition process which I could disappear from before it culminated in my removal.

Now the Freeport loomed, bouncing code and requests back and forth, interfacing with my ship. I tugged at the helm, wheeling my ship around towards the indicated docking bay. A dotted line appeared on the ships screen indicating my flight path into the bay. Shortly before contact, the computer took over and hauled the Clydesdale into the bay, artificial gravity and atmosphere grasping it as the bay closed. There were groans of complaint from all over the Horizons hull before it settled down on its buffer.

Below automatons hauled fuel cells to my now open cargo bay to refresh the reactor which had been dulled by the years on inactivity. The supply should last me until Stuttgart, and from there I could continue to New Berlin maybe try to return to the University.

I command my own Destiny.

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