Ships jam packed with criminals and debtors are launched to Mars. The settlements are harsh and the breathing oxygen machinery is always breaking down. Suffocation death on Mars is a fairly common occurrence.
Jarrod Martens wears the canvas interior suit that is worn and nearly frayed through. He sits in the Hab with a fist of Tequlla and stares out the window at the red mountains in the distance. He has it good and he knows it.
The new colony is a little too close and its citz are trying to get mobile. He is tired of killing.
Its seems endless and never seems of disipate. Some of his fellow ''Cactitos'' are getting worried about roumers of organization within some of the more criminal debtor habs.