
by xj2045
Korin originally just wanted to make a little money. Ideally, enough to pay off her port fees.More ideally, enough to keep pretending the worst problems on her ship could wait a little longer.She was never especially obsessed with getting rich. Staying alive had always felt more urgent. Then she hauled in a man who should have been dead for three weeks. Frenard, first officer of Industrial Transport 116.Alive, sharp, and carrying a plan with a frankly unreasonable amount of nerve:go back and recover the cargo that sank into Uranus’s atmosphere. It sounds a lot like suicide.That is also where the money is. The problem is, Korin’s dive craft is stolen, Far Arc is looking for answers, and Uranus’s atmosphere is not especially welcoming to the living. Worse, she quickly realizes that the most dangerous thing in this job may not be the cargo at all. This is a story about poor people, broken ships, bad ideas, and what happens when a job that was supposed to be one quick score starts getting dirtier the deeper you go.
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