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Updated: June 2, 2025
"It is Procyon One the Runt himself Hi, Babe!" the new voice roared, then quieted to normal volume. "I read you eight and one. Survivors?" "Five. Second Officer Jones, our wives, and Dr. Andrew Adams, a Fellow of the College of Advanced Study. He's solely responsible for our being here, so " "Skip that for now. In a lifecraft? No, after this long, it must be the ship. Not navigable, of course?"
His volunteer crew had given him a good ride to near-Sandeman space, and had been reluctant to leave him to face them alone, but they'd finally obeyed his orders and left. Once the lifecraft was out of sensor range, Medart switched on all the courier ship's external lights, activated the locator beacon, and set course for the center of the Sandeman sphere.
The starship, now a mere spaceship, was on course at one gravity. The lifecraft were in their slots, but the five and the four still lived in them rather than in the vast and oppressive emptiness that the ship itself now was. And socially, outside of working hours, the two groups did not mix. Clean-up was going nicely, at the union rate of six hours on and eighteen hours off.
The ship and crew you want will meet you as soon as possible and in the meantime, I'd recommend you not study magic. You don't want our version limiting you if you are able to get any help from the Sandemans." "Yes, sir. I'll concentrate on recording everything I can remember about them, then." Medart watched the lifecraft heading back for Imperial space.
"With dozens of doctorates in everything from Astronomy to Zoology? I've never met ... I'm ever so glad to meet you, Doctor ?" "Adams. Andrew Adams. But I have only eight at the moment. Earned degrees, that is." "But what were you doing in this lifecraft? No, let me guess.
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