![]() ![]() Hundreds of questions fought for dominance in his mind. ![]() Which left only one frightening conclusion: The ship was Arian. His attention in the Proximus system was pretty well devoted to one emergency after the other, but he took stock of the Proximan fleets when he had the chance. There was nothing in Terran space that bore even a remote resemblance. Terran, OnyxCorp, and Pandoran, Wildcard, Raptor and Black Angel. His eyes slitted as he recalled every design he could think of. Such passions were commonplace among their breed. Terris might be new at command,but vessel designs were a passion of his. He thought about the design of the attacking ship. The rest of the Dawnhammer's extended compliment seemed content that it might have been a random encounter, but any person or AI with experience in human affairs knew better. Factor in a weapon that could obliterate a ship that was next to indestructible when not even rumors existed of such a thing, and the odds went from nearly impossible to completely. The odds of encountering a lone fighter in Deep Sol immediately after jumping were one step from impossible. His mind was filled by the attack the Dawnhammer suffered after jumping to Sol. It was quite elegant and begged for closer scrutiny, but he couldn't stay focused on it long. Two flaming swords, crossed over a blue shield with a white cross. Only the insignia of the Guardians held color, and the brilliance stood out starkly against the white because of it. The uniform was entirely monochrome, complete with three inverted white chevrons on each arm, small and set cleanly into the black swath. A matching stripe stretched from wrist to neck. A black strip ran up the outside of his legs and torso. Haden believed they were necessary when making contact with Captain Valeri in order to project the right image. "The uniform looks good on you." Her assessment was of tactical appraisal. When their eyes locked he felt that familiar ache in his chest, an emptiness suddenly open,demanding to be filled. "It's fine,thank you." He turned to smile at her. There had to be something to put him off his infatuation. He decided hours earlier to find a flaw in her. How could one person be so perfect? He shook his head at the thought. He savored the sound and echo of her voice. "How's the shoulder?" Dawn spoke quietly. The horror of the devastation would be too much, he decided. He imagined, for a moment, what he would feel to see mother Terra annihilated by the very ship he stood on. ![]() Monuments to both were built on every continent. How many trillions of lives began and ended there? What memories did the surface hold? There was love there. It was home, even though he never visited. Terris marveled at the sight of Earth rotating slowly to his left. Communicate with me in the comments! Don't know why it combined every 25th and 26th word, but it's edited to fix it. This is going to get a bit more involved and is much closer to my natural style in writing. If you like it, let me know and I'll keep going from a computer. He was wrong and now I have two identically wrecked phones! The reason for the disclaimer is that I can truly get into the story, now. Haden convinced me that I could disassemble another identical phone from another carrier and Dawnhammer it back together. I won't be constrained by the parameters and limitations of typing it all out on a cellular phone. Hey guys! (Gordon) :D This will be my first submission from a full-format word processor. ![]()
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