THE MARTIAN WITH THE RED BANDANA: GRAZING IN THE STARS
GRAZING IN THE STARS Volume VII Grand Tour excerpt… The bandits stopped at a rest station. It hung between Saturn and nothing, a blister of light and stale air in the dark. From the outside it looked like any other corporate wayside—a gleaming torus of white alloy and observation windows, docked ships clustered around its belly like metal remoras. But inside it smelled like every rest stop in the universe: recycled oxygen, burnt coffee, and the faint chemical tang of too many species breathing the same filtered air. Ari stepped off the space raft—the Stardust Gambler, they'd named it, because Ari insisted and Fozi stopped arguing—and planted his boots on deck plating that had felt a million footsteps before his. The artificial gravity grabbed him hard, a reminder that they weren't on Mars anymore. His knees complained. His stomach did a slow roll. "Subby's," he said. The word came out like a prayer. Fozi followed, his burgundy fur flattening in the terminal'...