The past two days had been a blur. The ride to the station. The useless pleas that it had only been self defense. The tedious paperwork for his confession. He’d never forget Arbiter’s sneer as he entered the fine into Vincent’s records: 576,000 cred. The money Bethlan would have likely earned if he’d lived to … Continue reading Year 351 A.E., Rotation 6: The Audit →

Vincent and Shelby slipped through the void. Dusk was falling, and they were close to their rendezvous point with Swift's ship. There was a small island framed by the windshield, just a little larger than Shelby. He had to get to the coreward side, cling to the underside of the coast until Swift's ship passed, … Continue reading Year 351 A.E., Rotation 4: One Last Job →