Octavia Gone

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The Larry Corbin was barely fifteen minutes out of Ventnor Station, still charging its hyperdrive unit. Both moons were visible, one in the rear, the other off to port. Adarryl Perry had just gotten out of his seat, intending to go back to the cabin to talk with his passengers, when Thwanna, the AI, lit up. “Captain,” she said, “message from the station.” She put it on display:

Adarryl, we just got word that Rimway has lost contact with Octavia station. It’s the research unit orbiting the black hole KBX44. They’d been receiving daily transmissions, but the transmissions have stopped. Their orbit takes them behind the black hole periodically, which cuts everything off for thirty-one hours. That just happened two days ago. But they’ve been clear for almost twenty hours, and there’s nothing from them. You’re closest. Please divert. Be informed they also have a shuttle. Report back as soon as you see what’s happening. I’ll let you know if we hear anything more. Brentway.

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