LOME HAD OWNED THE workshop on Honora Station for the better part of fifty years. In brighter days, he and his denya had been a well-oiled team, fixing up ships and selling used parts to any traveler that needed them. Ru had spent a good chunk of his childhood in this shop when his aunt or uncle passed through Honora.
And now he was here by himself with a busted converter, praying that the man didn’t shut the door in his face.
He’d put the trip off as long as possible after splitting from Lis. But delivering the package from Polai to his broker, Munq, had only taken an hour. Even so, Ru had lingered for several more minutes as Munq offered him a contract to extract an embedded agent of the Oscavian Empire from a hostile planet. But it was a two-person job, and it would take months to pul
