And me? I knew my legion on Rogue 5 would take me in with open arms, but our leader, Kronos, would put me to use. He was nothing if not practical, and a Hive enhanced Forsian descendant would be the most terrifying weapon he would have. He would not hesitate to use it. Use me. And that was why I’d lived roaming space on my trading vessel instead of settling onto any specific planet. Until now.
I didn’t kill on demand.
I didn’t fight or steal on demand.
I didn’t f**k on demand, either.
I owed none but Kronos a shred of loyalty, and even that had come at too high a cost.
I was here, still paying it. I ran my ship fast and hot, avoiding Hive and Coalition forces alike, getting Kronos what he needed from all corners of the galaxy. Until now.
Someone had given the Coalition news of my imm
