A streak of grease ran along her chin. She leaned against the doorway of the galley. The rest of us were seated around the table, gnawing on dried fruit from the food cabinet. “Where are we going to get parts from? We’re on an asteroid,” said Hobs. “Best junkyard in the system is back on Mars,” I said flatly. It hadn’t even been a week since my aunt was executed. I was hardly in the mood to hang out on Mars, but CiCi needed ship parts, the Aventine needed a new set of tags, and Mars was the place to get it all. With a seemingly fluid relationship between the SUN and Eira, I had no doubt that our current tags would be useless. Still, my nightmares had a new addition, and there was no desire in my heart to return to the place where I had watched my Aunt Tabitha hang. “We could fly a shuttle back to Mars,” said Berrett. “Every shuttle has its own set of ID tags.” I sighed. I just want a break. “Sure. Let’s go to Mars.
