Chapter 2
Bassan slung his pack over his shoulder and exited what had been his tiny quarters for the past few days. Several people trotted past him, their rapid strides and smiles conveying anticipation. Taking a deep breath of recycled ship air, he settled his pack and straightened his shoulders. Bassan stepped forward and joined the crowd bound for the ship’s exit. He kept his gaze forward, his mind replaying the material provided by Mevine. After five days of little else to do but recite his talk, Bassan figured he could recite it in his sleep.
If I talk slow enough, there won’t be time for questions. Then I can get out of there without making an ass of myself.
Five minutes later, he strode down the ramp and into the receiving area. The guard scanned his badge and cleared Bassan to t
