Chapter 7

“Colonist effort,” he

explains.

Before he can say anything else, a sudden

burst of static rips across the channel and I wince as I turn down

the volume. Then Dylan’s voice comes through, louder than before,

but I can still hear the static beneath his words like an animal

testing the length of its chain. “The message?” he says, and I nod

as if he can possibly see me. “Have you decoded it yet?”

Dixon reaches the transmit before I do. “Not

yet.” Releasing it, he mutters, “Anxious, ain’t he? Is he always

quick like that?”

I ignore him—he’s not getting another rise

out of me, I swear I won’t let him. When Dylan comes back across

the channel, the static threatens to drown him out. “There’s a part

that says something about S410, and correct me if I’m wrong but

isn’t that similar to the naming convention used on the Starseed

ships? I’m not sure—”

The rest of his transmission dissolves into

scratchy bursts and a high whine like feedback that pierces right