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Station time remained a luxury Jax had little opportunity to enjoy. The ship’s schedule normally only allowed the crew a few hours before the cargo was shifted and the Moth deemed ready to depart for parts unknown. Technically, the ship carried the name of Hudie, but when Jax learned that was near enough to the ancient word in Mandarin for butterfly, he started calling his ship the Moth. No one but Jax really cared.
The cargo hauler was nothing pretty, and nothing about the ancient cargo ship he’d signed up as a deckhand on reminded him of the delicate flying insect. Butterfly just wouldn’t do. When it came to most alien words, Jax became an expert at finding meanings from old Earth languages to replace them with. It was a useless skill, but one that helped to occupy the many hour
