“have you got much faith in this crew?” they’re not far out from their destination and maybe it would have been a better question earlier on, before they’d left base, before the hours had hurtled away behind them and the anxiety crept up and made itself a home in his throat. the rebels had done their best to scrape together a team for this mission—recruitment only, they’d said—but he’s not sure the worn faces of the strangers they’re hauling to the outer rim are going to be much help. “what if we end up with fewer people than we left with?”
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