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“I’m sorry but the Star’s
Hope has been taken by pirates. Your sister was aboard, wasn’t she? We think
she and the rest of the passengers have been sold to the Purists for their
pshalite mines on Midas. I’m very sorry for your loss.” Boone still
remembered the look in the man’s eyes when he gave the news—it was as though
Shayla was already dead.
Sorrow and remorse filled him. All my fault, I shouldn’t have let her go. But she wanted a trip off planet
so badly and she worked so hard in school. It only seemed fair. She begged me
to go with her but I said no, my research was too important, at a critical
stage. If only I had gone, I might have been able to do something. Might have
been able to protect her, to escape with her…
The guilt was crippling and for a moment he wished he could crush
the emotion and just be cold and calculating like the girl in his arms. But the
best he could do was push it away and shove his fear
for Shayla to the back of his mind. If he let himself dwell on the way he had
failed her he would go insane.
Boone sighed. He had to keep working toward the ultimate goal of
bringing his little sister back home in one piece, both emotionally and physically. I’m coming, Shayla, he vowed silently
as he did every morning. I swear I’ll get
to you out of there or die trying.
He looked at K again, trying to concentrate on something
else—anything other than his worry. In repose her delicate features looked relaxed
and at peace, unlike the stern expression she always seemed to wear while she
was awake. She was quite tall for a little, though her height seemed strange
considering her underdeveloped body. “ Like
a little girl who somehow grew to massive proportions”, Loki had said and
Boone tended to agree although not with the massive part. Despite her lean
adult-sized frame without an ounce of fat on it, K looked like she had never
even gone through puberty. Her chest was completely flat and her hips were
narrow and boyish.
Boone was actually glad for his prisoner’s asexual appearance. If
she hadn’t looked like a little girl he might have embarrassed himself last
night when he held her close. But everything about her seemed to scream, Don’t touch. It made it much easier to be
lying next to a naked woman, especially considering it had been eighteen solar
months since his last relationship.
K stirred against him, making a soft, kittenish sound in her sleep.
Her skin was pale, contrasting vividly with her hair which was long and black
and braided into a thick cable at the back of her head. Wisps of it were
escaping to frame her face and neck with tiny, delicate curls. Boone resisted
the sudden urge to stroke them away from her cheek, knowing his touch wasn’t
wanted. Besides, this girl was the enemy—a trained killer, not a tame kitten,
no matter how harmless and peaceful she looked while she was asleep. You’d do best to remember that, he told
himself firmly. She wants you dead, as
dead as Krill and Chall.
The memory of the two dead crewmembers, both of whom had flown
with himself and Loki before on different research missions, was sobering. Boone
still felt guilty for asking them to help but he’d had no other choice. The
government of Colossus had a strict no-contact policy with the Purists. Even
during the Pan Wars they had refused to get involved, a grave mistake in
Boone’s opinion.
Now that Pan was subjugated, the Purists seemed to be turning
their attention toward Eros. Who was to say that Colossus wouldn’t be next? There
was no reasoning with insanity, no arguing with fanaticism. But his home world
continued blithely on, trusting in their superior physical size and strength to
keep them safe. Though as Loki often pointed out, “Nobody can see how big your
dick is from the outside of your spaceship so you better fly right.” Whatever that meant.
Enough
interstellar politics. Time for
breakfast. And since it was his turn to cook, he’d better get going. Gently,
Hope has been taken by pirates. Your sister was aboard, wasn’t she? We think
she and the rest of the passengers have been sold to the Purists for their
pshalite mines on Midas. I’m very sorry for your loss.” Boone still
remembered the look in the man’s eyes when he gave the news—it was as though
Shayla was already dead.
Sorrow and remorse filled him. All my fault, I shouldn’t have let her go. But she wanted a trip off planet
so badly and she worked so hard in school. It only seemed fair. She begged me
to go with her but I said no, my research was too important, at a critical
stage. If only I had gone, I might have been able to do something. Might have
been able to protect her, to escape with her…
The guilt was crippling and for a moment he wished he could crush
the emotion and just be cold and calculating like the girl in his arms. But the
best he could do was push it away and shove his fear
for Shayla to the back of his mind. If he let himself dwell on the way he had
failed her he would go insane.
Boone sighed. He had to keep working toward the ultimate goal of
bringing his little sister back home in one piece, both emotionally and physically. I’m coming, Shayla, he vowed silently
as he did every morning. I swear I’ll get
to you out of there or die trying.
He looked at K again, trying to concentrate on something
else—anything other than his worry. In repose her delicate features looked relaxed
and at peace, unlike the stern expression she always seemed to wear while she
was awake. She was quite tall for a little, though her height seemed strange
considering her underdeveloped body. “ Like
a little girl who somehow grew to massive proportions”, Loki had said and
Boone tended to agree although not with the massive part. Despite her lean
adult-sized frame without an ounce of fat on it, K looked like she had never
even gone through puberty. Her chest was completely flat and her hips were
narrow and boyish.
Boone was actually glad for his prisoner’s asexual appearance. If
she hadn’t looked like a little girl he might have embarrassed himself last
night when he held her close. But everything about her seemed to scream, Don’t touch. It made it much easier to be
lying next to a naked woman, especially considering it had been eighteen solar
months since his last relationship.
K stirred against him, making a soft, kittenish sound in her sleep.
Her skin was pale, contrasting vividly with her hair which was long and black
and braided into a thick cable at the back of her head. Wisps of it were
escaping to frame her face and neck with tiny, delicate curls. Boone resisted
the sudden urge to stroke them away from her cheek, knowing his touch wasn’t
wanted. Besides, this girl was the enemy—a trained killer, not a tame kitten,
no matter how harmless and peaceful she looked while she was asleep. You’d do best to remember that, he told
himself firmly. She wants you dead, as
dead as Krill and Chall.
The memory of the two dead crewmembers, both of whom had flown
with himself and Loki before on different research missions, was sobering. Boone
still felt guilty for asking them to help but he’d had no other choice. The
government of Colossus had a strict no-contact policy with the Purists. Even
during the Pan Wars they had refused to get involved, a grave mistake in
Boone’s opinion.
Now that Pan was subjugated, the Purists seemed to be turning
their attention toward Eros. Who was to say that Colossus wouldn’t be next? There
was no reasoning with insanity, no arguing with fanaticism. But his home world
continued blithely on, trusting in their superior physical size and strength to
keep them safe. Though as Loki often pointed out, “Nobody can see how big your
dick is from the outside of your spaceship so you better fly right.” Whatever that meant.
Enough
interstellar politics. Time for
breakfast. And since it was his turn to cook, he’d better get going. Gently,
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