A hunters cadence

I’m not sure how long I was there, drifting among the ice tumbling through space. Their gentle orbits belying their dangerous mass. Watching the miners ply their violet beams to harvest diamonds and water had a certain peace to it.

Sensors lit when twin targets dropped in-belt. The python I could imagine was here for the chunks of ice gently orbitng [redacted]. The FDL on the other hand, I had this gut-feeling about.

A hunters cadence