"Sweetheart, give me a status report," Lira sighed, patting the ship's warm, gel-like console.
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Lira looked at her ship's low reserves. Then at the crying stars. She made a choice. Instead of "milking" them, she began to sing —a stupid, silly lullaby her own mother used to hum. The Bosom joined in, resonating at a frequency that turned the nebula into a warm bath. "Sweetheart, give me a status report," Lira sighed,
Lira's ship glowed, overflowing with energy. The Interstellar Dairy Authority reinstated her license on the spot. Lira looked at her ship's low reserves
In the nebula's heart, Lira found not milk, but a star-nursery of crying, newborn stars. Their wails were shockwaves. Baron Vex arrived, his synthetic-ship, The Iron Nipple , bristling with cannons.