Fond Regards from Antarctica: Pretty much Exactly What It Says On The Tin - a series of letters written by a (fictional) soldier posted to the McMurdo security detail over winter, sent to his wife and kids back home.
A Hot Rocket and Thirty Pounds of Stardust: A whirlwind ride that begins when the protagonist steals the latter ("Stardust" in this case being a particular variety of highly sought-after drug that can't be grown on inhabitable planets) out from under the noses of the local mafia-equivalent, and makes good their escape by jacking the former as well. The protagonist starts out just trying to cash in the dust without running afoul of the mafia-types (tricky, since they're the ones that do most of the business in it), but inevitably expands to include personal vendettas, secret societies, and skulduggery of all types, as the protagonist and whatever random followers they pick up jump out of a variety of frying pans into a multitude of fires.
Another few prompts:
The Night The Guard Was Sleeping
Hands of the Butcher
Winterblight
A Hot Rocket and Thirty Pounds of Stardust: A whirlwind ride that begins when the protagonist steals the latter ("Stardust" in this case being a particular variety of highly sought-after drug that can't be grown on inhabitable planets) out from under the noses of the local mafia-equivalent, and makes good their escape by jacking the former as well. The protagonist starts out just trying to cash in the dust without running afoul of the mafia-types (tricky, since they're the ones that do most of the business in it), but inevitably expands to include personal vendettas, secret societies, and skulduggery of all types, as the protagonist and whatever random followers they pick up jump out of a variety of frying pans into a multitude of fires.
Another few prompts:
The Night The Guard Was Sleeping
Hands of the Butcher
Winterblight