CHAPTER 19
Zui’s eyes feverishly scanned the perimeter, back and forth, in search of any potential danger. The surroundings were completely deserted. The docking bay hosted only the FireAnt. It was probably one of the smallest pads suitable for ships of that size. Three worker droids and a maintenance operator were keeping their distance. The man, who was short and portly, was chewing on a kendro root. Without bothering to hide the disdain for what he was looking at, he spat out a lump of chewed plant, cursing in some undecipherable dialect. The freight elevator leading to the housing level emerged from the floor and a keeper appeared. Tall and skeleton-like, he wore a grey and red jumpsuit with the Kyria-Aht insignia and had a zigzag pattern tattoo that slowly changed color from indigo t
