This did not bother Malloy. "Good for you. Toughened you up. Safe too. Never much trouble on Pluto."
"That's why I joined up. So I'd be nice and safe."
"I've got something in mind for you."
"Where?"
"Mars. But it could be nasty so you'd better go back to Pluto."
"Try and get me on a ship. What's with Mars?"
Malloy looked for a place to put his feet and found only the top of his desk. Up there they looked like a pair of crossed banjo cases.
"I wish I knew."
"I'll go find out for you."
Malloy's eyes brooded. "The thing started as a result of privileges and stupidity, the way most things of this sort do. As you know, Mars is the only planet in the Federation without representation because the Martians refused to represent themselves. They wanted no part of the alliance." Malloy glanced up quickly. "How's your knowledge of the Martian background?"