This was not exactly how she'd envisioned her next trip to the Sand Mother. In fact, it was not even remotely close. The only thing that was right was the fact that Ace was here with her - and Ace wasn't even here. She was back at the shelter, if you could call it that, resting on the leeward side of a slab of steel from the late Faux's hull. Swiftfoot had no idea how far she'd come, or how long she'd been walking in the pre-dawn twilight. The stench of burnt starship fuel was still heavy in the air, marring the crispness of an early desert morning. Drips and splashes of glass marked her path along the sands where the super-heated fuel had fallen from the sky as the wounded ship plummeted to the planet's surface. As long as she kept track of what direction she came from, finding her way ba