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Gus Posey@Gustodon@mas.to
The little ship was quiet, most of its occupants asleep.
In the front seat, Dortat adjusted the map settings, calculating their ETA. On the view screen, a blue dot appeared, ringed by a glowing information disc.
From the back seat, a quiet voice.
"Can we stop?"
Dortat considered what he knew about the planet, how they pointed nuclear weapons at each other, how they burned things for energy, how they worshipped guns and death.
"We're going to keep going, baby. Try to get some sleep."