Fresh as a newly washed linen sheet, Saturn’s moon displayed its white unsullied surface to her. Enceladus, Myrtle was entranced. Her heart beat faster and she turned to her son Django to see his reaction. The nine year old was asleep. In his relaxed features you could see the baby in his face. Myrtle was tempted to brush the hair from his forehead but stopped herself. She returned to the shuttle’s window. They were both exhausted from their move from Mars, the goodbyes and the boxes, and the week-long hyper light speed cruise to the shuttle. Barely a civil word had passed between mother and son in weeks.
The glow of the ice skin of Saturn’s second moon greeted her. Myrtle had researched Enceladus before she even interviewed for the position of Chief of Security on Alpha Colony. She knew it was named for a Greek mythological giant but it was rather small. And she didn’t stop researching once she was offered the position. Coming from a family of academics, researching was mother’s milk. She knew there were only two colonies on this moon, Lightbearer Mine and Alpha. The mining colony ships ores off world and collected ice for Alpha’s water supply. Alpha was mainly farming and residential and it was growing. Fast. The mines had been mostly Androids with handfuls of humans. Since the Android Uprising of NewEarth, more people, Androids and humans, were streaming towards Enceladus.
Myrtle TwoAxes was a detective not military or corporate or public relations. Reviewing the police reports on the moon’s Androids and humans tension or the rise of organized crime at the ports, Myrtle knew there was more to the story of crime on Enceladus. Exactly why did the founding government of Enceladus think it needed a cop instead of a politician?
The shuttle traversed the moon’s frozen crystal ring. For a moment Myrtle was adrift in an ocean of crystals. Deep within Myrtle was drawn to explore. She and the boys needed get away from the memories on Mars but she felt as if she needed to be here. Her dad used to call it wanderlust. The colonies’ iridescent domes glimmered on the curve of the moon. Django turned in his sleep and burrowed into her side. She wrapped an arm around him. His sleepy eyes opened wide. 
“It’s kinda beautiful, isn’t it Ma,” Django said.
Absentmindedly Myrtle raked her fingers through his wavy hair. “Yes it is.”