He nodded toward the black and red tattoo of a Tizona Sword crossing a shield on her forearm. “When you got that?” “Yeah, that’s when.” She cast a lingering look at the tattoo. “Anyway, then I was transferred to Tarton’s Junction to monitor Earth’s servers and train the next wave of Star Runners. Only twice on leave, I guess, but it’s pretty amazing. Being out there on a carrier is tougher than just the job.” “How so?” She looked up. “Light rays, for one. You miss it more than you’d expect.” “You mean sunlight? I missed it on Tarton’s Junction.” “And that was only a year. The carriers keep you in the dark much longer, sometimes for years at a time. And there’s also little time for…a social life.” His stomach turned. “Fun. You really think that’s where we’re going? A carrier?” “Sure.