

Pay Me, Chapter IChapter I Detroit Debris Field, sector A6 Date: 69.22.495 (about 50 days later) Trent lay back in his seat, hands behind hisPay Me, Chapter I
head. The autopilot on his newest ship, the Flying Dutchman, named after
the infamous pirate ship of old, was a lot better then some of the older models
Trent usually piloted (due to the fact his new ship was a fighter, not a
freighter), and Trent quickly learned to trust it more. He still used manual a
lot, but he didn’t do stupid things like dock and undock manually anymore. The
Com flickered on, with a very official-looking man on the hol


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As the ship touched down, Trent recognized a swarm of reporters by their customary red and yellow outfits, swarming about the landing platform. Trent groaned. It was rumored that if even a tenth of the enthusiastic reporters at the capital of the Planet Manhattan tried to interview the same person at once, the poor ‘victim’ of the news media would suffocate. Looking at the mass of reporters gathered at the platform, Trent believed it. The com flickered on with such a cheerful disposition that Trent automatic


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“Cargo Ship 49, you have been scanned for contraband and are cleared for takeoff.” Trent Connors easily maneuvered his ship out of the cargo bay. Most pilots would have let the auto pilot carry them out – indeed, many pilots rarely ever touched the manual controls – but Trent trusted no one, not even a computer, to fly his ship. Activating the Com, he responded “Affirmative. Clearing docking bay now.”
A response came back; the face on the small, holographic screen looked vaguely worried. “Captain Trent, you have not activated your autopilot
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