Raw vacuum pulled and twisted everything that wasn’t latched, bolted, or welded down in the docking bay as the Glorious Anger lifted into launch position. My grip tightened around the slightly rusty pipe, thank Gaia for that. Anything smoother wouldn’t have given me the anchor I needed to keep from being sucked into the big empty beyond the hanger doors. I gave a quick thank you for ineffective maintenance drones. It had been...

This rock was bullshit. The assignment to check these hunks of nothing? Bullshit. The ancient probe net licensed to him for this assignment? Worthless bullshit. The whole damn punishment that put him here? Bullshit to a factor of quad. Wayne scowled as the images on the monitors floated past in hazes of dark browns, blacks, and reds. Plenty of iron and dirt in the soil, but nothing valuable enough to pay off the corp-debt. He’s need...