It's two months before the start of the academic year. Two months and four parsecs. The Takuri liner would get you there in style, and easily on time. But that would leave you desperately short of funds. The trip here took a bit longer then expected, and while you were able to secure a few cheap passages, helping out with loading and offloading, the time inbetween trips took away most of your money and your time. So now here you stand outside the TAS-office at Lothuna, a barren, hostile, heavy-industry planet, looking for a way out. As you scroll through the lists of ships departing and their destinations, you see another traveller, in the same navy-cadett uniform, waiting for you to finish.
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