Her console showed dozens of requests for communication from the station but she dismissed them all. The woman had been right. Nova had done all she could. Now it was time to leave and let the station make its own choice. At least she could go knowing they had that choice and that, if the woman she’d been speaking to had her way, they would choose to leave.
As the Freedom entered jump space Nova had only one regret. She’d never asked the woman’s name.
The next station was a standard trading station, larger than those she’d visited so far but otherwise unremarkable. As soon as the Freedom dropped out of jump space she got the same requests for information — how was the fight against the Taint going, what were the Freedom’s plans, what could they do to help. This time the video show
