Greenseed Station
“Commander, there’s an incoming ship,” the comms officer called out.
Marsh froze. He’d learnt to hate those words recently, but now they drove a cold spike through his stomach. A ship was approaching Greenseed expecting to request food, not knowing that the station had fallen to the Tainted in every way that mattered.
Marsh was aware of everyone else staring at him. No matter how helpless he felt he had to set them an example. No matter how dire the situation if the commanding officer was positive it spread to those beneath him. Marsh knew that well from his military days. Now he summoned every speck of willpower he possessed in order to project confidence.
“Put it on the speaker,” he said. “We need to know what is happening. Then we can find a weak spot to st
