A week later, I was on my way to Seventy-Seven with my grandparents, the Armstrongs, aboard Solar Flare. I sat in the right helm seat as I flew the ship up the Pipe to our first stop at Weissman Station. Working on my hours for this class of ship. I was even allowed to handle the docking in the hangar alone for the first time. More of a challenge with a ship this size than my current mining ship, Mini Borer, due to weight and inertia. Once secured, I joined my grandparents for dinner.
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