secure.
Captain Lennard didnât live on the soldiersâ level. His private quarters were up on the second floor behind the main command bridge, so that he had quick access in case of emergency. This also placed him farther away from the shipâs escape shuttles, but a captain was never expected to flee his own ship.
As Chase neared the captainâs suite, he could hear shouting. When he rounded the corner, he saw the leader of the Movala mining colony, a coarse, ruddy-faced man with pocked skin, waving his hands in an agitated fashion as he spoke. âOur company signed an agreement with the Federation when we set up operations out here that promised uninterrupted Fleet protection. Where is that promise now?â
Captain Lennard stood in the doorway to his quarters, arms crossed. âYou know very well that between the instability in the Crayder system, the attacks on the Primus shipping pathway, and the continuing aftermath of the Trucon disaster, thereâs barely a Fleet vessel to spare these days. The Fleet canât offer you a replacement for the Kuyddestor after we leave. You should bring your men in from the outer belt.â
Leave? Chase frowned. He knew that the captain had intended to spend at least half a year at the Movala colony. Why was he talking about leaving already?
âThe inner clusters are nearly ninety-five percent depleted,â snarled the miner. âIf we stop mining the asteroids in the belt, weâll have to do four times the work to extract a tiny fraction of what weâre getting now.â
âIâm sorry, but thatâs your best option.â The captainâs voice was firm. âWeâll be starting preparations for our departure immediately.â
Hurling a storm of angry curses, the miner stalked off toward the stairs. The captain shook his head and turned to go back into his quarters when he spotted Chase. A tired smile stretched across his face. âHey there. What a day, huh?â
Chase pointed after the miner. âWas he here with you during the blackout?â
âLuckily, no. He just teleported over a few minutes ago after we sent him word that our plans have changed.â
Chase hesitated. âAre we really leaving?â
Captain Lennard sighed and nodded. âIâm afraid so.â He stepped back to usher Chase into his quarters and gestured for him to take a seat. âFleet command has ordered us to change assignments. Actually theyâve been trying to switch our mission almost since the moment we got here. Theyâre sending us to the Galloi star system to help moderate a territory dispute.â
Chase sat down on the hard brown couch in the captainâs spartan sitting room. âCanât you tell them no?â
âIâve already given High Command a long list of reasons why we canât leave the miners alone out here, but they just keep after us. Pretty soon itâs going to look less like wanting to protect the miners and more like insubordination, and I canât risk bringing more attention to the ship than weâve already got.â
Chase stared at the arm of the couch, running his finger along the seam. âI thought weâd be able to stay out here for a lot longer.â
The captain didnât speak until Chase looked up and met his pale, wolfish eyes, and then he smiled. âWe havenât been called in to answer questions; this is a standard change of mission. I received the most recent orders from Rear Admiral Shaw, whoâs been a personal mentor of mine for many years. And the mission isnât a dangerous one. Weâre escorting a Federation peacekeeping envoy to Storros, which is a peaceful, prosperous planet and an important ally to the Federation.â
âBut what if itâs an excuse?â Chase asked. âWhat if this was all planned by the people who want to get back at you or Maurus?â
âI donât see how it could be. This