‘We agreed we’d share information.’ ‘We agreed we wouldn’t shoot at each other,’ Taron corrected. ‘The rest is open to negotiation.’ The captain’s dining cabin was larger than his personal quarters and had been designed specifically for entertaining dignitaries who did not wish to chat among the austere grey walls of the rest of the frigate. Panelled in beautiful, deep Etherean pine and with lush carpets underfoot, it seemed a world away from a ship-of-the-line in deep space. Captain Idris Sansin leaned against one wall with his arms folded as he watched the smuggler before him. ‘You were leaving the system,’ he said. ‘What were you doing here?’ ‘Sight seeing,’ Taron replied. ‘Have you seen the aurora down there on Chiron? Absolutely beautiful.’ ‘I have the impression aurora aren’t really your thing, Taron.’ ‘And what would you know about it?’ ‘Quite a bit, actually.’ A screen on the wall of the room illuminated and data scrolled down it, dominated by two images of Taron Forge.
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