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Captain Sam

I was born on a small moon outside Houston. My daddy was a freight-runner. I never knew my momma.

The first time my daddy ever did take me on one of these here freighter ships, I was just a wide-eyed ragged little whimper weasel. I was.

Daddy took a turn off the trade lane and set the cruise engines on high. Soon we had gone way back, past the Junker’s debris field. Out there, near the gate rings of Pequeña Negro, well that was the first time I ever did give it a go on one of these here Horses.

I was just a little gal; sitting as high as I could in the saddle chair, I could barely switch the thrusters and spur the main drive at the same time. But you know, I made it through every ring that day? …didn’t hit a one.

I loved my daddy’s old work Horse. It was the first freighter I’d ever flown…

Yeah I got a bunch of them old memories. Those were the good ol’ days; me and my daddy running scrap out of Beaumont. …never forget it.

Well.. Welcome aboard, Doc. …Here’s your sick bay. …My nursery’s over here.

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