Blue.

The color of dichotomy.

The calming sapphire sheen that also hinted of an unfathomable storm lurking beneath.

The color of his eyes.

Many thought we left Earth to chase the stars. To push the boundaries. To learn to imagine again.

But the truth was we left Earth because we could not bear to imagine what lurked beneath the waters of our home.

Why else were we so occupied with terraforming Mars, even after losing 4,876 workers in The Great Mars Tragedy?

As the rustling engine started churning, he found his ship coming alive in the pad of Port Olisar, lurching upwards against the relentless dead air of space.

He closed his eyes, stretching his tired feet across the cockpit.

"Darn beds of Aegis didn’t do any good to my sleep", he cursed.

He had recurring dreams of waking up elsewhere for the past few months whenever he slept, only to struggle awake and confused on his ship.

And sleep was crucial, especially to bounty hunters like him.

It didn’t matter now. The job was done.

He was bound for Goss.

But a distress call from Cellin piqued his interest. It was probably a quick ferry for some fumbling pilot. He could even get lucky, if it was some hot engineering chick working on repairs, at least from what he could tell from the name.

Maybe he wouldn’t be lonely that night after all.

Or so he thought.