Space had become the refuse bin the human cockroaches scurried under when the lights went on.
Each morning when the Earth exposed its darker half to another day, the low-lives and scum would board mining freighters, military transports, or stow-away on tourist cruise ships. Andrus Ovega and Leon Treu weren’t criminals or cockroaches but found themselves in the arms of the International Space eXploration Commission, the military regime born out of Earth but matured in the chaos of the void. Leon had joined for dreams of glory and honor. Andrus, for other reasons.
“Leon,” he said. “No matter what they tell you, don’t believe what they say about me killing my parents.”
Leon looked to his friend. “What are you talking about? Focus on the mission. Your parents were just fine whe...
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