Under the gaze of a red giant star with sickly red eyes, an Otter-class mining ship is tearing through the darkness of this unknown star field.
The interstellar beacon signal intercepted seven days ago was being played in a loop. The cigar in Captain Klin's hand flickered and his brows were furrowed.
This star field is located on the edge of the empire's territory and is often visited by pirates.
"The target point has been reached and the automatic navigation has ended. Do you want to release the salvage drone?"
The emotionless voice of the artificial intelligence "broiler" reached Klin's ears.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
