THE IRON"S: SCIFI NOVEL

Through the cockpit viewscreen, Earth appeared as beautiful as ever and like always, Captain Kelly Winterfield marveled at it. He had been docked at the International Space Station for four hours and now, sitting in the dim pilot’s cabin of The Legacy II, he prepared for departure.
The station controller’s voice crackled over the comm. “Legacy Two, you’re good for auto and cleared for undocking.”
“Legacy Two copies clearance on full guidance,” Kelly responded.
The ship lurched as the powerful arms holding it in place disengaged. Manipulating the controls with experienced nudges this way and that, Kelly turned the freighter a full one hundred and eighty degrees until the view of the planet was replaced by the white shell of the sprawling space complex.
The International Space Station was an old one, the very first as a matter of fact. Unlike its newer counterparts, it was the only station in the galaxy with this design. Made up of a patchwork of hundreds of years of additions, cylindrical arms, over ten miles long, extended horizontally from its bustling core and harbored thousands of ships of varying sizes, linking them to its interior by way of retractable bridges.
The Legacy II drifted away from the wharf-like structure and ten minutes later, when the computer indicated that they were safely beyond the outer edges of Earth’s junk rings, Kelly took full control of his ship and ignited its thrusters.
Seven minutes later, the Legacy II came out of Hyper Light and the copperycolored planet, Venus, came into view. His destination was a Military facility, five hundred feet above the base of Mount Danu. In all his time delivering for Earthfront, he had never been to this port, had never even heard of it. Whatever the cargo in his hold was, it must have been something really