But it had felt that way for a while now.Ĭal looked down at the empty mug in his hands and slid out of the pilot’s chair to head toward the caf machine in the kitchen. Despite the ship’s temperature setting holding steady and BD’s insistence that nothing was malfunctioning, ever since they’d landed on Ferrix the ship had felt noticeably colder. He supposed it could have been his body responding to the memory of molten metal raining down on him on Bracca, but it was more likely the planet’s damp chill that seemed to seep its way into the air-tight vessel. Stats: Published: Updated: Words: 77,454 Chapters: 24/? Comments: 60 Kudos: 118 Bookmarks: 29 Hits: 6,096Ī faint chill ran up Cal’s spine as he stared out the cockpit window at the town’s snow covered scrapyard the flickering sparks from the cutters visible even at this distance.
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