“This is Wren transport, Shadow, captain Jackson Fauss calling, Hera. Hera reply.” I called down to the planet. Requesting a landing to refuel and hopefully find work. Don’t know why I’m back on this god forsaken rock.

A voice came over the radio. An older gentlemen by the sound of it, with a gruff yet gentle voice.” Transport Shadow, this is Hera.”

“Hera I am requesting landing for refuel and supply.”

“Well son your clear for landing. There are ports open in Serenity View’s port, and in Grainhal. I’d take Grainhal, more ships go in ‘n out of there, the port fee’s dang near nutt’n.”

I smirk a little not he can see it, garram’n vid’ went out weeks ago. I should fix that. “ Thanks, Grainhal it is. This is Shadow making approach, in to Grainhal port.”

“Have a good’n son. Hera out.” And the radio and fuzzy screen went black.

Grainhal is the main port town of Hera, ships come here to transport grain and other produce and crops from here to every corner of the verse, though that’s just the cover story. Most of it gets redirected to the Core planets. It was the same on Shadow.

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My mom and her kin were grain farmers, taught me the trade, but I wanted to be in the black with my dad. He was a pilot, one of the best. Married my mom against granddads wishes though that soon changed though when dad got his own mid-bulk transport, Firefly. Named aft’r my mom. His kin ran one of the transport companies on Shadow, when he married mom the tow businesses joined up made us one of the wealthier families on the rock.

The plan for me was to go in as a pilot when I was old enough. Lot a good plans do.

When I as ground side I decided to go and look for a job and a pub. Maybe both.

Walking down the streets you could tell this was a mostly farm’n place. Every vendor was a-sell’n produce and stuff for agrow’n the produce. Sad to say I feel at home in this environment, Ships and farmers. Reminded me of home. I stopped every now and again when som