This time, in the havoc caused by the little kid, the biggest victim was not the thirteen-year-old who posted it. The worst was Margaret. She was piloting the "Waning Moon" and was tailed by the clueless little kid, robbed one hundred and sixty-eight times!
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Sobel sat in front of the massive observation window, staring at the deep starry sky outside, lost in thought. His right hand resting on the armrest subconsciously swayed lightly. The golden Imperial Whiskey and ice cubes in the translucent glass in his hand swirled and clinked together.
This was a forward space fortress located in the Imperial Zone of the Karsdon Star River. The fortress was in the shape of an irregular pentagon, wrapped in twenty meters of armor, quietly suspended in the outer space orbit of the Nordstrom Star Planet.
