Space doesn't care. Neither do the corporations. When a collapsing star destroys an entire mining colony, Jax and her crew barely escape with their lives. They expect hazard pay. The corporation shrugs and calls it a "force majeure clause." Translation: no money. Now Jax is broke, furious, and leading a booze-fueled lawsuit against the galaxy's most powerful corporations. Lawyers want her silenced. Assassins want her dead. And her latest fling is the opposing counsel, which is definitely not helping her case. Meanwhile, the crew's a mess: Rob insists on arguing morality in court. Zorblax drunkenly rants about workers' rights. Kip & Ludo accidentally start a protest singalong that turns into a riot. Dead Stars Don't Pay is book eight of Jax Dart, Space Bastard-a razor-sharp queer sci-fi comedy about corporate greed, galactic law, and revolutions that start by accident.