The lack of discipline amongst the young Dusters was obvious even to Andrus. A week out from Earth, a day out of Basic Training, this was their first mission.

“Andrus,” Leon said as the crowd in the bay thinned out around them. “You were at their house the night before we shipped out.”

“And I saw their bodies. They were dead, and they’ll call me the murderer if the UEF suits on Earth have their way. That’s why I signed up. That’s what got me here on this god-forsaken ship, about to get injected into an, even more, god-forsaken hunk of space junk,” Andrus said. “So I’m telling you if I die on that thing, you got to tell them. It wasn’t me. Someone else is to blame. If I don’t live to find out who, I need you to. Avenge their de...

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