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Kristine Kathryn Rusch
She walked into the docking ring, wearing an all black tunic over black pants, outlined with silver trim. The suit looked like half the governmental clothing in the galaxy which, she knew, made it impossible to tell exactly where she was from.
She would use the clothes, her demeanor, and her old identification chip, which was still active, to get into the ship.
The docking ring circled the entire starbase. She had entered through doors 65-66. She hadn’t been in this part before, but she only knew that because of the numbers. Otherwise, everything looked the same.
The docking ring was wide. The walking platform threaded its way through the ring. Arching above and below it was the ring itself, all black cable and gray siding.