DeWulf’s Twins by Ulysses Namon
“This place is huge! Do either one of you have any idea where we’re going or how we’re going to get back home?” David demanded.
Pacifica’s orbital docking ring was a mile across and disappeared into the distance in the other two directions. No matter where they went, it was one docking port or shipyard after another. The twins flanked their bioroid prisoner while David trailed behind. They maintained a brisk walk, hurrying while not hurrying.
“No idea,” Logan admitted, “but let’s get away from that spaceship before we discuss anything else.”