CHAPTER ONE
Yardell Spaceport:
Present Day
“What’ll you have?” the bartender called as she walked by.
“Ceran Slammer, no ice, with a twist of Yuckta juice,” Raia answered as she threaded her way through the dimly lit bar to an empty corner table.
She picked the side of the table that would ensure her back was to the wall, and slid her backpack off her shoulder, placing it on the bench seat between the wall and the table. As she relaxed in the seat, her left hand rested on her blaster. The majority of her credits were safely tucked away in a small bag between her breasts.
She took a deep, calming breath and watched the bartender expertly prepare her drink. Less than a minute later, a robot server delivered her beverage. She pulled a couple of credits out of her jacket pocket and tosse
