Once they had strolled out of earshot, Austin whispered, “That guy is a beast."
"Yeah," Ryan said, glancing at his tablet. "He took me under his wing on my first tour."
"Where was that?"
Ryan shrugged. "A backwater in Quadrant Four. We were patrolling the Zahl-Legion border for almost a year."
"See any action?"
"Yes."
Austin smiled. “That must be the tour where you got all your warm fuzzies about flying for the Legion.”
“Right,” Ryan said, allowing a crooked grin.
Austin knew he shouldn't press the issue. The experienced Trident drivers on Tarton's Junction never spoke about their tour experiences. Not in detail at least. This left Austin piecing together fragments of information and snippets of stories to form a disjointed narrative of life on tour in the Legion Navy. But maybe he
