Chapter 26
After five days of sweltering heat, hunger, and trying to sleep in our seats, our little convoy finally emerged near the orbit of the ominously red planetoid, Tior-117. The moment we entered its orbit, a knot of dread twisted in my stomach, warning of impending doom. “Guys,” I suddenly wailed, surprising even myself, “there’s nothing good waiting for us down there. Mark my words. Why don’t we just drift here? Maybe one of those Ahrahgit patrols will find us eventually, huh?” Over the past few days, we’d consumed half of our meager supply of protein bars and drank recycled water that, no matter what, still had a faint stench of rot. The systems were nowhere near as advanced as those on T-GInArA’s cruiser. The ventilation was barely working, the engines were overloaded from the countless
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