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The Diamond Eye, an Iota-class attack shuttle, drifted in from the distance, though it was bereft of the purpose to attack with. Combat wasn’t its mission. Rather, its passengers were on a diplomatic mission wherein a meeting between factions might just lead to the promise of profit for the only...

It was a new day—if the same day as before. One more morning like the former. As early as any other. The same space with four walls, eight corners, one window, one door, one ceiling. One pillow. One woman. Alone. Head resting on hands, elbows bent, gaze ahead, blue eyes on white, blinking...