Chapter Five
A surge of anger wiped out Art’s first blank shock. “That’s ridiculous! Our mission was—is—to find a habitable world and establish a colony. We fled war!”
“Ridiculous? Tell that to the designers. The old records, top-secret when your parents set out, show that your ship is carrying enough matter-antimatter missiles to destroy all life on this planet…and three or four others, if need be.”
In the back of his mind, Art heard his father going on and on about the terror he had lived under as a young man in a world constantly on the brink of destruction. “The Passengers wouldn’t stand for it—”
“I doubt any Passengers know about it. You didn’t. But your Crew does. It’s a military force. You tell me they’ve withdrawn from the rest of you. I’d wager one reason is to avoid being ass
