Chapter 11

There’s enough pilots to send out more—the fighters don’t mind

going on short mapping jaunts, it’s sitting around the station all

day doing nothing that wears them down—but we’re out of navigators.

All crews need a navigator, it’s space law, and we only have two

left on the ship. One of them is Dixon’s own who stays up on the

bridge most days, I don’t think I’ve seen her in weeks.

The other is me.

I’m a tech but I have nav training and I’m

licensed, which pisses Dixon off to no end, I’m sure. He threw that

up in my face when I asked to be transferred to Dylan’s crew. “He

already has a navigator,” he told me. I said send me as a tech

then, and he laughed. “And if something happens to one of my crews?

If I needanother navigator out there? What do I say, so

sorry, he’s out with his boyfriend, check back later? I don’t think

so.”

Around us the lights dim and the stars on

the screen seem to burn brighter. Dixon looks at me when he says,