“Greenwood Station is one of the worst places on one of the most dangerous planets in the system,” Lanoree said. “If there’s a general dislike for the Je’daii on Nox, they hate us there. It’s surrounded by three destroyed domes, bombed by the Je’daii during the Despot War. I was only young then, thirteen. But my parents went to war, and my father served some of his time on Nox. A terrible place, he told me. Acid rain, corrosive gas storms. We warned the domes the bombings were going to happen—they were supplying Hadiya with weapons, however much nonmilitary pressure we exerted—but thousands still died. Many thousands. No one has ever really known how many.”
“I’m older than you,” Tre said. “I seem to recall Greenwood Station being bombed as well.”
“But not destroyed. The original dome was breached but quickly repaired. It’s a damaged place, and everything around it is ruin.”
“But it’s still where they make the most advanced military tech outside Tython,” Tre said.
“And how would you know that?”
“I’ve had cause to use them, from time to time.”
“You’ve been there?” Lanoree asked.
“Of course not! I told you, I hate space travel.”
“But you’ll be known there?”
“Not by anyone who’d help us.”
“Why not?”
“You’re Je’daii.”
“Great,” Lanoree said.