Survival In The Black

If a child is to keep alive his inborn sense of wonder without any such gift from the fairies, he needs the companionship of at least one adult who can share it, rediscovering with him the joy, excitement and mystery of the world we live in. - Rachel Carson Bel sat on the balcony and watched the comings and goings of the street below, the cup of tea cooling in front of her as well as the singular muffin on a plate. The sights and sounds so familiar as she remembers not too long ago she was in this same spot, watching the world go by. She was even wearing the same robe that Grei had given her, the kimono style silk robe colorful in its pattern. The only difference was the small child cradled in her arms. Jonas nestled his little nose against her shoulder and huffed his cute little baby breaths while Bel watched the world rotate around them. She thought about everything that was going on, how she had contacted the man who was seeking her. This Alexander Miraconi. Bel cradled Jonas to her...

I got dressed, finding a stocking cap that was given to me heavens knows when. I pulled it over my bald head and slipped my glasses on before pulling on a sweater, jeans and sneakers. I found a transport to Hale’s and took it. When I arrived I found Immi and a bunch of others in a meeting over by a launch pad. So I wandered over. Seems a Mr. Podwrangler Zapedzki was arranging for a group of folk to help him destroy a fleet of Alliance ships that have been shooting innocent transports out of the sky. Half the group left, mumbling something about it being too dangerous. The rest of us stayed. Immi saw me, and she looked angry enough. But it was also tinged with worry. I smiled weakly at her, knowing that she could yell at me all she wants. The only ones left to do the job was Duncan, Pod, Immi, Amyla and I. I couldn’t handle a gun, but I was a medic. I volunteered and I think Immi got more irate at me for that fact.   The plan was to take over a destroyer and blow the ships out of t...