Thalia THE DOORS TO THE TRANSPORT craft had opened. Thalia pulled her bag out of the locker under her chair. The other members of the delegation, Jun and Paul, had already left the craft, so she went with Sol, who had sat next to her and couldn’t get out until she did. They followed the other passengers through a wobbly access tube. The air was dusty, with a slight metallic tang to it, and ice cold. The tube’s walls pulsed with the air pumped into it to keep the pressure up. A nervous energy raged through her body. She had worked so hard to come here and couldn’t believe that she had finally succeeded. That Base Commander Banparra was such an arse. First he wanted to be part of the Council Of Four, and then he wanted to be exempt from all its regulations. He had managed to get the mi