When they were in the safety of the ship, the discussion could resume.
"What's the worst that could happen?" Ty repeated the question. "Man, I'll show you the worst.
Ty yanked his shirt up, baring his scrawny torso. His rich skin creased near his belly button in raised, bumpy lines. The creases had a shape. Relda puckered her lips at the shape. It couldn’t be a coincidence.
“The three stars,” she murmured. “What? How?”
“I was branded,” Ty replied, letting his shirt drop to cover his torso.
“Branded?” She echoed.
Raylay became fixated on the steering again.
“The Dialorians have ruled Quadrant 3 for the past eon,” he explained. “Like I told you earlier. We’re not allowed to know history. Dad and Aks got me a way around that.”
“They’re tyrants,” Ty added in. “They’ve ruled us that long, but we’re slaves to them. I tried to rebel and become a citizen of another quadrant. Master Schuyler got a hot iron and branded me.”