Greenseed Station
Marsh watched as another three ships vanished into jump space. Another three ships whose cargo holds were packed with food and supplies. Another three ships which would inadvertently be spreading the Taint.
How many was that now? Too many. Forty, maybe fifty even. He’d stopped counting. What was the point?
Around him his officers got back to their jobs. They’d watched the three ships leave but it had just made them more determined. There was no need for another pep talk. Not yet.
So many ships, though, and still no way to get a warning out. How much longer could he let this continue? How many more ships would he watch flying off, each carrying a ticking time bomb?
It wasn’t just about the visiting ships. Marsh had his own people to think about. Not just
