He couldn’t afford for them to mutiny just because they might-potentially-be in a little more danger than normal. The important thing now was to stay calm so the others wouldn’t panic. He had long had a bad feeling about this venture, but that wasn’t going to stop him from carrying through with it. Gav took a deep breath, forcing himself to relax.
Shira had always said the distinguished look suited him better. It had begun to gray recently but, unlike most men his age, he hadn't fixed it. Seated in his command chair, Gav Gendin nervously ran his hands through his thick, unruly hair. But at the galactic scale, rumor was often wrong.Īs the shimmering halo of the stardrive’s hyperphasic bubble faded away, the quad-ion engines flared to life, propelling the cruiser toward the fifth planet in the system, a sandy-colored orb yet uncharted by the Benevolency. Rumors, those few one could find, said the Krixis had completely abandoned this system two millennia ago, for unknown reasons. The Benevolency hadn’t even bothered to send out a survey team. There was no one out here to enforce the treaty. Technically, the treelike aliens had ceded this territory after their last loss to the human-dominant Benevolency, but it was merely a gesture.
The Outworld Ranger, a sleek, Q34-C lightweight cruiser, dropped out of hyperspace on the edge of a remote, surprisingly uncharted system on the far fringe of the Krixis Empire’s sphere of control.
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