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“The day they arrived, the sun turned blue.”
Tessa Granger stared up at the sky, furious.
“I don’t get it,” said the captain from behind her. “I thought the specs were done on this rock.”
“They were. Fuck.” She bent scooped up a dusty orange rock, and threw it with all her strength. It flew threw the thick, heavy air and landed with a thud on the hardpacked soil. “A-Prime terraforming material, that’s what the scouts claimed. They provided all the data. They sent fucking images, for fuck’s sake.”
“You need to learn a new swear word, Tess.” The captain sounded defeated. And then, probably to make her smile, “Fucking scientists.”
He was seated on a large boulder behind her. A kind of wind stirred his hair, ruffling the tousled curls. Yesterday, she’d've smiled and maybe kissed him, but now the vast problem of what to do with a Mothership full of cryofrozen farmers, miners, teachers, wives and sundry villagers all waiting to be defrosted and put to work building a colony – it hung on her shoulders like a thousand pounds of dead weight.
And now a blue sun.
“What’s it mean, when a sun turns blue?” the captain asked. “I’ve never seen that.”
“No idea,” Tessa replied. “But plants won’t grow in it.”
“Plants won’t grow in rocks, either.” The captain heaved himself upright and walked over to where Tessa stood, slung an arm around his shoulder. “Well, we could go back. Report the problem. Gives us, what, three more years of quiet, you and me.”
The idea had a certain appeal. She’d done a lot of writing and publishing, and the sex was spectacular. Captain Andreas Savia knew how to stay out of her way, too, never getting underfoot when she needed to concentrate. But…
“The Company would kill us both. Literally.”