A planet-dump.
One exam to get out.
One burned-out block that buried everything. And one find in a sector even the deranged won’t go into: a dead military pitboy. Forbidden. An article.
I was supposed to turn it in. Instead, I fixed it.
And the piece of metal spoke. That’s how my story begins. The story of the most space-crazy technician in the Galaxy and my sharp-tongued partner—the one I built with my own hands.