Chasing the Fate

*The Book of Fate*. That's what journalists called the ancient relic displayed in the orbital museum above the sixth and youngest, most untamed planet of the Sector. A shining trinket among other remnants left behind by intelligent life. Life that, as fate would have it, never got the chance to meet humanity. Perhaps that was for the best…

Our shuttle remained far behind, locked in stationary orbit, while the most profitable heist in history awaited us just thirty minutes away. Sooner or later, the stolen relic would undoubtedly find its way to the mansion of some private collector on a secluded island lost in the Cyconian super-ocean. But that was not my concern. The three of us were about to receive an obscene amount of money — enough to buy half the world. At least, that's how I envisioned it when I agreed to our client's proposal. But let's not get ahead of ourselves…

Beyond the glider's nose, the turquoise atmosphere of the green giant loomed closer. The year was 2145…