https://theoviebooks.wordpress.com/ The hangar was chaos. New Bayou’s sprawling starport buzzed with activity, from cargo loaders grumbling under massive crates to traders yelling over last-minute deals. Amidst the cacophony, the Lt3 sat inconspicuously, if a ship could look embarrassed about its battered, boxy frame, this one did. G'bosd leaned against the nav console, his wiry frame relaxed but his twin hearts visibly pulsing beneath his translucent Koelian skin. He squinted at Trig, who was