By Alasdair Keith
We were marched down from the HMS Glory.
A new world.
New beginnings. Yet, at the same time, no change at all.
Ald Hux Colony I: our new home. Another faceless, featureless wilderness. Will-o-the-wisps, producing foggy phantasmagorias — a familiar sight. Just as with the other three planets I’d been trafficked to, the landscape was somewhat like a Turner painting. He was a remnant from the legacy of Mother Earth, having lived there during the First British Empire.