Chapter 9 : Zeus 9

Theodora’s POV

Zeus 9 was just as much of a shithole as I remember.

Several panels were falling off the space station as we docked, the only saving grace being the shield acting as an artificial atmosphere for the solar farms. Swindlers and scam artists lined the docks, tricking travelers and robbing them blind.

So easy to have your ship shredded for scraps, trapping you in this fucking space station. In fact, most of the civilians weren’t there by choice. The government was corrupt as all hell. But at least Pantomath didn’t own this hunk of metal and everyone on it.

Luckily, I knew what to avoid and how to handle myself, or I’d be easy pickings. I’m sure any scoundrel on Zeus 9 would love to get their hands on an Elysium vessel. We never stay for long. I get what I need, we refuel and we leave.

Ellie and Benji won’t leave the ship. Mads would typically go pick up scrap for repairs in the air. I talk a lot of shit about Zeus 9, but it was a treasure trove of scrap.