The small tramp freighter slowly passed the cruiser within the ionized nebula.
“Stay under sensors,” Dav half-prayed.
“I’d think a smuggler’s ship could outrun some pirates,” Maka said.
“I could, believe me. But this close, I can’t outrun their guns fast enough.”
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