As she snagged the iridium canister with the magnetic tether, the derelict began to groan, caught in a sudden gravity well. The exit was closing. Victoria didn't panic; she grinned. "Buckle up," she told her empty cockpit.
Sector 31 was a graveyard of ancient dreadnoughts and forgotten tech, a place where most sensors went blind. But Victoria didn’t fly by radar; she flew by instinct. GotMylf - Victoria June Fun With Her Inside 31....
Another day in Sector 31, another haul, and more fun than any one pilot had a right to have. Inside Track As she snagged the iridium canister with the
screamed as it threaded the needle through a collapsing docking bay. Debris scraped against the hull like fingernails on a chalkboard. Victoria’s hands were a blur on the controls, her eyes wide with the adrenaline-fueled joy she only felt when the odds were stacked against her. "Buckle up," she told her empty cockpit
Deep within the heart of the nebula, she spotted it: a glint of pure, unrefined iridium tucked inside the ribcage of a derelict star-cruiser. To anyone else, it was a death trap. To Victoria, it was a playground. She dove. The Inside Track