Chapter 32
Greenseed Station
Marsh stared dully at his screens as the latest freighter left the area, its hold crammed full of food. He’d lost count of the number of ships which had arrived. Far more left intact than were destroyed, but the second number was still far higher than he wanted.
How had it come to this? Greenseed was supposed to be an easy assignment. No combat. No danger. No having to make the decisions about who got to live and who would die. The posting had turned into a nightmare, one he showed no signs of waking up from.
The stress was taking its toll. Marsh knew that. He’d dealt with stress before, but never so consistently and for so long.
“Incoming ship.”
Marsh fought a shudder. He hated those words now. He was starting to wish everyone would just leave
