Sloane might not relish the situation that's got her tangled in a web of Galactic Fleet and Trade Federation politics - but she's knee-deep in it now. And she's finished with dead ends. When she finally cracks the clue her uncle left behind, it points directly to the worst spot in the galaxy: a barren wasteland of a moon (if it counts as a moon when the planet it was orbiting has been blown into bits) where her toes are guaranteed...