“Ever think about what we’re doing out here?” Hock asked, his eyes scanning the bustling crowd beyond the windows.
“Every day,” Angie said, laughing softly. “The Valkyrie is a marvel, but sometimes I wonder if we’re just cogs in a gigantic machine—moving cargo, delivering supplies, staying alive. And yet… I love the feeling of the stars pulling us forward.” shipped angie hockman vk
“To the Valkyrie ,” Hockman toasted, his voice warm. “And to the stars we chase.” “Ever think about what we’re doing out here