Prologue
I hate them.
This rock had enough crap on it without the lizards. People were content thinking they were the best life forms of life in this universe.
Besides, smugglers could get away with more before Lady Scales showed up. We'd just mastered getting past satellites before their reaving ships added another obstacle. And with them in the spotlight, our chances of being welcomed here just shrunk to impossible.
I keep this in mind as I jam my knife into this lizard. I can't smell it through my helmet, but my sensors tell me he's a reptile.
The tell-tale scales confirm this as I cut the skin off half this things face.
This one had tried taking civvies in an ally. He looked left and right for witnesses, but he didn't bother looking up; and when he did, I put a round between his eyes. Mindless vermin.
After I skin that abomination, I grab my bag and pull out some nails. I'm thinking of somewhere public to put him.
I want the scales to know that I know the truth. And I'm coming for them. I'm coming for Anna.
And she'll die on my blade.