Jax & Quaid

Jax looked over the sands of Treble but saw only gold. The feeble inhabitants had no imagination, couldn’t see how lucrative their backwater planet was.

Stepping around the charred remains of the greeting committee, he circled his arm in the air. “Get digging.” Commotion followed behind him, his contingent resetting the Raven Breath and unloading diggers from the ships. Soon the shouts became grinding and whirring, the coarse sand shuddering with the efforts of heavy equipment.

“Commander.”