The hunters approached the moon Tantus-The Moon of 10,000 Drones.
Adjusting the visual resolution, it almost appeared to be shrouded in a mist. Could that be the satellites? Indeed these were the cast offs of a previous generation. Far more than ten thousand of the unmanned and now retired, junked, deemed too dangerous to mothball, had been pushed into orbit around the moon, and now whizzed in fury on their paths almost as if enraged at their rejection. How dangerous were they? Might they contain harmful chemicals or medical hazards? Could they self destruct and obliterate anything in the vicinity? There was no way to identify a harmless machine from an engine of death. They were there and if you could get one you could sell it.
As Merkury approached, the three friends were able to actu
