Tarantus Station was the same battered, shitty little outpost he remembered. Zero smiled as they dropped out of high speed a short way off the station, and it came into view. His hands, metal and organic, moved over the console with ease and confidence as he zoomed the view on the central screen to a close-up of the station. Light from a nearby star glinted off the metal, peeled paint, and rust patches telling the tale of maintenance left to the ravages of insufficient budgets and mismanagement. He was surprised some areas were even still habitable.
Concern filled him as his gaze scanned over the bulbous central core, with its habitation rings rising like arms from the main body. Where did Eris live? Was she in danger if an airlock gave or a bulkhead blew? His muscles locked up as he foug
