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Bryn, Hyperion Asteroid Belt
The old Fleet cargo shuttle shuddered and swayed under me as I maneuvered around the nearest asteroid. There were only a handful of safe paths through the belt, and they were all watched by the legions that ran Rogue 5. As soon as my ship emerged on the other side, they’d know I was coming.
But they had no idea who I was or what I wanted. The junker ship I’d acquired was typical for a smuggler. The cargo hold full of Atlan wine was meant to be a diversion for the crates of modified ion blasters hidden beneath. The weapons were five years old, salvaged from a battlefield and looked the worse for wear. But they worked, and the Sevens wanted Garvos dead more than they worried about putting a few dozen old blasters in the hands of rogue elements who had access
