The cockpit of this old, Ragnosian cargo hauler had neon-green walls. Through its sloping window, Anna saw a field of tall grass under a clear, blue sky. The ship had been here ever since the attack on Alios. The Ragnosians used private contractors to bolster their supply lines. Civilian transports were strictly off-limits – firing on one could earn you a long stay in a rehab centre – but even so, sometimes a captain wasn’t paying attention. Sometimes a ship flew right into the crossfire.
From what Anna had been told, the crew had been sent home, but their damaged vessel had stayed behind. She could just imagine how the owners had reacted. A lost ship might put them out of business.
Alosian engineers had been studying this thing for the past nine months. Any chance to learn more about Ra
