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Transport Ship Serenity – Hanson Township: Lynx – 2520AD

The locals obviously didn’t get too many ships land around here because it looked like a good percentage of the town was waiting outside when the ramp lowered. It wasn’t surprising they didn’t see more traffic there was practically nothing here. Lynx was a small solitary moon orbiting a minor gas giant. It had virtually zero accessible surface mineral resources of its own to speak of and there were no asteroids nearby to compensate and feed orbital industries. The terrain was for the large part diabolical and the weather was frequently abysmal.

Mal looked out at the assorted populace standing out there getting gradually wetter in the light rain. If you looked up “back-of-beyond” on a Cortex Search Engine he thought, it would very likely put up a picture of this community. Hanson wasn’t even a particularly big town by the standards of this moon.

It was absolutely perfect.

Mal took a step out into the rain with Zoe a pace behind watching his back as she had done for most of the last decade and a half. He hadn’t bothered to tell her and she hadn’t thought to ask. He led she followed.

A delegation of locals stepped forward to greet them. Mal noted they were armed, hunting rifles and shotguns mainly although one had a war surplus assault rifle much like the one he sometimes carried himself, although not as well maintained from the looks of it. Mal wasn’t unduly worried. The furthe