With one last rattle and clank, the Kalnythian Wilds completed its docking seal and began testing the atmos of the derelict mining station on the other side.

“Scans show seven troglodans aboard, Huntress,” came Soladi’s attentive voice from the forward deck.

Ser Iveera Katanaga absentmindedly dismissed her seat restraints—serpentine jin rising from her head to flick the command gesture almost of their own accord—and stood, peering out the viewport, wondering one last time what crucial piec...