Tracker continued his determined stride until they were actually inside the shuttle and he sealed it before he released her. "I apologize, but he wasn't going to let you pass. Therin was on his way."
She froze in surprise. "How do you know that?"
"I am a Tracker. Once I attach to a target, I keep it on my sensory web." He gestured to the navigator station. "Please have a seat. We will get under way as soon as we can get clearance."
Bren quickly strapped in and waited, facing the most technology she had ever seen. Everything was so shiny and bright. The ship was as new as the section of the Alliance that had spawned it.
The Sector Guard had been in operation less than two years, but already, they had saved lives that numbered in the billions. Entire planets had benefited from their existence and a few species even had collector items based around their own Guardsman.
Bren had seen the figures and holograms in the local markets as well as with younger travellers who were passing through. "Where is your partner?"
Tracker's voice was a little surprised. "I don't have one. Why?"
"I thought all of the Guardsmen were in teams."
"No. Not yet. We all find our partners when the time is right." Tracker's voice was amused. He slid into the pilot's seat and arranged for clearance.
"Don't worry. It is a common question."
The magnetic lifts gripped the shuttle and moved them into the launch area. Bren couldn't believe it. She was actually going to fly through space.