Odysseus
And what he bravely thought, he nobly dared.
Odysseus stood with his hands against a transparisteel viewport along the starboard corridors of a freighter. His nose was pressed against the glass-like material, looking down upon an endless ocean of jungle. The sublight drives reserved, repulsorlifts activated and the freighter came in for a smooth descent on a raised ferrocrete platform. The landing gears scrapped, then the entire ship buckled under its own mighty weight. Odysseus was well dressed, compared to two weeks ago at least, when he had been running from a slave pen in nothing but his underwear and tunic. Much had changed, but not too much. He was still an arrogant kid who had much to learn. He picked up his belongings and made way onto the platform, waiting to be greeted.
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