Greenseed Station
“Incoming ships… by the stars!”
Marsh stared at his displays, as stunned as the watch officer. This was no trader, not even a pirate fleet. The display showed warships; many of them. And fighters, already streaking ahead.
“Are they here to save us?”
Marsh wasn’t sure who whispered the question. In the silent Operations Room everyone heard it clearly. He realised he would have to answer it.
“I don’t know. Possibly they know the station has been invaded. They might have stumbled across one of the freighters that took on supplies here since the Tainted took hold. That could have led them back here.”
He had trouble putting conviction in his voice. It sounded tenuous even to him. He waited for someone to call him on it. A question came, but it wasn’t what he’d
