Synopsis

Buzz adjusted his uniform, a familiar weariness settling in his bones. The evidence lay before the judge – the disruptor rifle, cold and metallic – yet a shadow of doubt lingered. He’d spent twenty years wrestling with the system, and the memory of losing faith felt fresh. He'd left Star Command after a first mission, a young man barely out of his teens, making him now a little under forty. He recalled the day vividly: his “bike,” a vehicle as unconventional as he was, had sputtered and died on