THIRTY-THREE
“Where are they heading?” Hameda said. The solar system around them had become a featureless void, only a bright star on the horizon offering them any vista. They had passed a large, red planet some hours before, marvelling at the striking features it offered before they ploughed on, chasing their quarry.
“No idea,” said Zowie. “We are flying blind. I have no idea what is in this system. There are three planets out there, millions of miles away from us. They look too close to the main star to be habitable.”
Ullar stood next to the door, a resigned look on her face. “Hameda. We’ve lost. There is no way back from this.”
“Ullar,” she said, feeling like she’d been punched in the stomach. “How can you say that? We’re on the brink of a new order. Finally bringing peace to the sy
