Pilot First Class Shadow swerved his craft around a large icy rock, as the Wraith Patrol passed through one of the denser conglomerations in the system’s asteroid belts. The interior of his vessel was dark and peaceful, lit only by the glowing blue data visible on Shadow’s HUD. He shifted slightly in his leather seat, lifting his breathing mask to scratch at his stubble. Regulations stated that all Wraith Pilots were to be clean-shaven, but as a PFC, Shadow could afford to be slightly lax with regulations. He’d proven his ability to fly better than anyone else in the system, and besides, it was insulting to be landed with these milk run assignments.