Chapter 3
Genthry had never achieved liftoff faster than he did today.
He was surprised the old crate he’d stolen made it off the ground. It shook, groaned, and complained until it got enough lift for the wind to help it, but Genthry didn’t care. He’d rather crash and die while escaping than let the Republic murder him in chains.
Either option was infinitely better than a return to enslavement.
He examined the ship once he managed to escape Kindara’s orbit. His initial assessment of the decrepit old hulk hadn’t been far off. The legal owner or owners hadn’t spent much on upkeep. Fortunately, whatever they had spent had gone to the important things. The engine worked just fine. The thrusters were top of the line, probably better than the body of the ship could handle. And the fuel synth
