FIFTEEN
A FORSAKEN ROCK NEXT TO A DYING STAR
The cave sat atop a large outcrop, lights from the nearby space-port barely visible as a sand storm moved in for the night. Inside the opening, three figures sat around a small fire. Two females and a male regarded each other over the flickering yellow flames. “Are we set?” the one woman asked.
“Yes,” the man responded, eyeing his leader. She sat cross-legged on the reddened floor, her unkempt sandy hair hiding a long scar that ran the length of her weathered face. His stare flickered slightly as she regarded him with her one good eye. What remained of the other eye socket was obscured under her fringe. The man looked at the flames, stirring the embers with a stick.
“I am ready too,” the other woman stated flatly. The man glanced up at her,
