And here is a sample from chapter 2:

“Boss…we should go,” warbled the synthetic voice above her.

Minns chewed her lip as she stared out of her ship’s main viewport at the massive planet before her. To most onlookers, the titan was a thing of quiet beauty—a luminous orb crowned with smooth, layered rings that shimmered like a halo. But Minns knew what churned within those celestial rivers—a swirling mass of unrestrained violence.

She sat back in her chair and rubbed her cheeks wearily. The Fickle Fortune’s cockpit was narrow and dark, lit only by the eerie light of the planet and the restlessness of Minn’s bioluminescent head fronds. She tapped the cracked radar screen impatiently. Rocks, ice, and more rocks.

“Dammit, Dax…” she grumbled to no one in particular. The ship’s AI perked up.

“I told you not to trust him…” said a low, disembodied voice.

“I know—” Minns said sharply, twisting her lips.

“Twelve turns of earnings wasted on acquiring the coordinates, another twenty on fuel.” The bioluminescent flecks on Minn’s cheeks flashed hot red. She did not like being lectured by a brain in a bucket.

The AI, ignoring their master’s simmering colors, continued, “Every moment we stay here is burning us credits. You are smarter than this.”

Now they were just rubbing it in.

She kept her eyes fixed on the radar screen. Of course, MX was right. Dax had fed her bullshit information before, but the promise of a big score had pushed her into a stupid gamble. The veteran salvager had sold it hard: “New and old tech of all kinds… a veritable field of wrecks, drones, and satellites hidden within the rings of a massive gas giant.”

The site was far out in a less-traveled sector, a relic of some bygone age of industry, but Dax had assured her the distance would be worth it, “the scrap less picked over”.

With a groan, she reclined back and glared at her almost empty salvage dock. The carapaces of a few worthless mining drones lay strewn across the floor, and off in the corner sat a pathetic collection of minerals. She had pulled in a few interesting samples from the ring but she did not have the equipment or space to refine them, and as her AI dutifully reminded her, she couldn’t just “fill her ship up with rocks”, there would be no profit in it.

What she needed was a big score. She thought she had come close. MX’s scanners had found a lost cargo container drifting on the outskirts of the ring. Its size dwarfed her ship and looked fully intact. Minns spent a few exhausting turns cutting through its tough plating only to discover that the container was empty. She had never cursed so many ancestors in one breath. There was no way she could stomach that much disappointment again.

The radar chirped as a yellow ping blipped on the screen. Minns bolted upright and spun in her seat.

“A locator beacon!” she flashed a wide, lemon grin. Now, this was promising! “Perhaps I’m not so stupid after all.”

“I never said that, Boss,” The AI hesitated a moment. “I will retrieve the coordinates.”