Adan Tirasso: the name Slade had presented upon arriving here nearly six months ago. To the people of this community, he was beneficiary of a small fortune left to him by a dead uncle who had once owned a shipping company. Such things were easily arranged when you had telepaths in key positions.
So far as anyone on this planet knew. “Adan” was still the face of that company, though he had little to do with its day to day operations. He was here to make contacts with the right people in the Systems Parliament.
Turning away from the railing, Slade leaned against it with arms folded and smiled down at his feet. “Perhaps you are right, my friend,” he said. “But imagine the shock and terror if one of these islands were to fall.”
“There are secondary and tertiary anti-gravity systems in place
