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The bow of the ship bobbed up and down into oblivion. Kestral pushed their billowing blouse sleeves up triumphantly, their blonde hair sheened with a layer of their own perspiration. The ship was waking up slowly. The nights voyage through the astroid belt had finally given them sun light as it sent out magnificent rays through the atmosphere. Staying alive while working the masts amidst repeated collision with canon sized asteroids was reason enough to be triumphant, Kestral affirmed themself.
The unsteady placement of weight upon the the fore-castle deck prompted Kestral to turn round. Upon seeing Ronnie, they inquired, "Have you finally gotten used to that thing?"
"As used to extra limbs as one could be, you know." His second set of arms, the metal one jutting from the top of his spine, extended out, fists placed on the decks floor, giving a bit more balance to his scrawny frame. "These enhancements are gonna need to be refined just a bit more before we can start marketing them."
"Well, you'd better keep tweaking then. We reach the Mirachian port in 24 clicks."
"I wish you'd have more faith, Kes. It'll take me like 5 clicks and 30 ticks, thats all. I'm just taking these on a test drive."
They both smiled at each other then, a mix of pride and excitement welling in them, knowing as long as this trip to port goes successfully, they'll have business all throughout Andromeda. Word always did spread fast this slice of the cosmos.
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