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Privateers 01.05: Wingman

Sleep was unusually difficult. The day’s events kept replaying in my head and I was torn between being turned on and wanting to preserve some kind of order on my ship. I mean, I’d always run a tight ship, but with six weeks in the void… Well, a little R&R was okay right?

Kara and I had worked together for years. Back in flight school she was top of my class. I left military service after three years to become a privateer, and she followed suit. She’s always been a wingman, but never more than a friend.

But why not?

I mean, you trust your wingman with your life. They trust you with theirs. You can’t have that kind of relationship without growing fond on some level…

“Mickey?” Kara snuggled closer to me in the sleep-sac. (Okay, so the fact that she and I were naked in the same ’sac might have had something to do with my inability to sleep.)

“Hmm?” I responded.

“I’m glad we’re on this jump together.”

I smiled, and my anxiety eased a little. “Me too, Kara.”

I couldn’t help myself. I was happy.

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