Sneaky Stowaway
It was hours later when Firrex’s sun broke dawn, and slivers of golden light spilled across the settlement.
But the work had already long since started. Throngs of people gathered around the Spirit of Amelia, whose belly was lowered and all her cargo was exposed. A handful of settlers wearing load-lifting exosuits pulled down crates of food and set them into piles off to the side.
Meanwhile, Miko’s imposing chaingun drones patrolled all around and kept the peace by their presence alone.
Miko and Amal were off closer to the ramp, and were talking with the settlement’s primary doctor. All three seemed to be in good spirits.
“Thanks for your help Azrael,” said the doctor. “Without you and your meds, this settlement would still be in dire straits.”
“Glad to help, doc,” replied Amal. “We’ll swing back by after we run through all the other settlements, alright? Just to check on things and whatnot, you know?”
“You mean check on your new friend Max, right?”