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Was it a crime?
...........technically yes. But not a big one. Right?Â
Stowing away on a ship wasn’t the same as hijacking it. And he wasn’t really stealing anything. Sort of. Okay, technically he was because he had to eat something. But no one was getting hurt. That much he was sure of.
The guilt of it still sat in the pit of his stomach. He said he was done with this kind of thing and that he’d pay for everything fair and square from now on, but he needed to get to Callisto and it turned out honest work didn’t pay half so well.
...It was just the once. This was the last time.Â
That’s what he kept telling himself as he hid in the back of a storage room popping a blue cube of mystery nutrients into his mouth. He’d snagged a few from the mess hall.Â
He closed his eyes, head falling back against a box of spare parts for electronics repair, when-- the door opened.Â
He slunk back further behind the boxes. His eyes did a quick scan for anything that might give away his position. Nothing. He held perfectly still.Â
This wasn’t ideal.