After the false promise of Alpha Centauri, the humans trapped among most of the fleet's vessels have grown embittered, restless, frustrated, hostile, and feel ignored by the leadership. They will be ignored no longer.

Blood drips from the wrench. The boy lies dead, his skull crushed. The same boy who helped Tyrol during the labor strike. The air is thick with emotion but the huge industrial space has abruptly fallen silent as everyone realizes what has happened. The boy stepped in front of the blow, he was not its target. An innocent has been killed.


Notes are passed, whispers are spoken, and messages between vessels are clogging illegal broadcasts and comlink systems. Revolution is in the air. It will be today ....

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