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 Post subject: Episode 5: Heart of Darkness
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The reaches open before us and close behind,
as if to bar the way for our return.

The roll of drums flows somber among the stars,
not telling if they beat prayer, peace, or war.

The black bank of clouds in an overcast sky
lead us into the heart of an immense darkness.

- Caprican poet Iosephos Apostolos, “Heart of Darkness”


Previously on Battlestar Libra…

Battlestar Group 26 had fought the cylons in their home system, escaping with heavy losses. From the ashes of the devastated Colonies, small groups of survivors converged in space—three military ships and eleven civilian ships rendezvoused at Ragnar Anchorage. Here they got news of the possibility of more survivors on the out-lying moon of Cassiopeia; then the rag-tag fleet’s abrupt departure from Ragnar was driven by the appearance of a cylon patrol. Bad news as well as good met them at Cassiopeia. The mining facility was intact and—for the moment—under Colonial control, but the military base was infested with cylon centurions, aided by human collaborators.

Mason Cardelli, owner of the mine and of the Necromancer and Hades Horn, along with his daughter Adrianna, were already in the process of evacuating personnel and equipment from the underground mine. The two Cardelli ships had previously been stationed at a safe distance—all that remained to be done was to rescue survivors from the military base, if there were any, and complete the evacuation.

The cylons weren’t done with them yet—raiders hidden underground at the military base attempted an ambush, and then cylon baseships jumped in. The weary fleet again had a fight on their hands, but five baseships were too much to face. Luckily, Lt Patrick Cardelli and his ECO, Lt Sadie Brant, had a backup plan--and so did Commander Benito Rodrigues. The embattled survivors jumped from Cassiopeia into the heart of darkest space, seeking refuge far from the cylons.

Sixteen ships--three military and thirteen civilian--are the remaining hope for humanity…

Day 2 after the holocaust, 0600


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Destroyer Douglas J. Griffyn
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-licking her wounds

FIVE Baseships... Griffyn had licked one, and the Cylons paid back her back.

The Griffyn was in shambles... the CIC had a distinct smell of burned electronics. The porthole shielding hydraulics had been severely damaged, forbidding the CIC to look into space visually. The causeway fire had been extinguished... but devoured 4 DC personnel before being vanquished.

The fire in the flight deck further damaged the starboard pod... leaving it even more crippled, and down 7 more personnel. The outer Hull was severely damaged in spots from anti-ship missiles. Griffyn fought like a Battlestar, but was instead reminded that she was just a Destroyer.

Ship morale would have been good (as good as could be expected) had the Baseships not jumped in. Now crew morale was down...the farthest it had ever been. Down a Chaplain, relief would be seldom to come by.

The only hope now was in the stars... looking forward to a brighter future... one AWAY from the Cylons. But getting away from the Cylons would be harder than anyone ever imagined.....

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Jonathan Willborn, Chief Security of Astral Dawn, slept soundly on the floor of the cabin aboard Grandeur. As the ... 'co-investigator' of the Grandeur's Cylon collaborator, Willborn's superior, Liza Liala had explained that one of them would be awake at all times, keeping watch. Now that she had a marine bodyguard, she had changed that order; let the marine do the watching, while the pair slept.

Liza herself, however, wasn't sleeping. She was lying in the single bed, staring at the ceiling, in the darkness. Maybe it was the stims she had taken, that she had gotten from Kalrk. But that had been ages ago....She would have thought they should have worn off by now.

But somehow.....she couldn't quite fall asleep. The attacks....the sabotuer....all her colleuges, all her friends on the Colonies, dead and gone....Captain Keramidas, demanding results from her, then chewing her out for the way she chose to aquire them....failing to see, even at the end, the corner she was now backed into, with his assertions over jurisdiction. Commander Rodrigues, talking about a civilian government, that he would not be in charge....then saying such things would wait until later, without proclaiming himself even temporarily in charge....leaving her feeling as if, officially, there was no one in charge. Kalrk, calling her Director....and the truth she found in that now. The terrifying future that lay ahead, for the human race, if any future at all, and the terrifying future that lay ahead for herself, as something she had never planned on becomming. The dead ends that were all she had found, so far.

All of it. She galnced over at Willborn on the floor, with envy, and wondered how he could sleep so soundly.

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Last time on Libra

Psy tried to take a nap, but was woken up early and unnecessarily by Kalrk.
She will now try to take another one. Will she succeed or will he disturb her again?

Psy shortly after making the jump decided not to do her nails untill affter a nap so changed back in to her pj’s rolled out her sleeping bag crawled into it and promptly fell asleep.

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Kalrk sat in his pilot’s seat, surveying the newly formed fleet of ships.

He was glad he had had been part of saving some humans. So few, but more than would have lived without him. Not enough to remove his guilt.

He was a cylon.

Cylons had been created by Man. Cylons had rebelled. He had rebelled against his own.

As he looked at the ships gathered in the darkness, he wondered what the cylons among them were doing: what they were planning.

What good will it do if I tell them? He wondered. If I tell them I’m a cylon, would they even believe me? And if so, they would kill me, wouldn’t they? I would.
Whoever heard of a cylon that wasn’t fighting against humanity, but for it?

I need to live. I need to be free. I can do more free, than dead or locked up.


He heard a noise behind him. Psyche D’Argent, his bodyguard, the Lance Corporal, had shifted in her sleep in the private quarters.

She must live. They must live.

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Starboard Docking Bay, shuttle

Captain Rees stood, watching as the small standard shuttle touched down lightly on the deck. Good pilot that...I wonder if he'd be interested in learning to pilot a Viper or a Raptor? With half our people gone, we're going to need replacements, and I somehow think the Academies at Picon, Caprica, and Scorpius are going to be a little slow from now on. With a mental chuckle, he walked up to the shuttles hatch just as it began opening.

Even as the door came open, the person behind it began to exit. Short and stocky, but radiant in her Purple robes, Lisa Falls, strode onto the deck. Ingalo smiled. These high-religious types always seemed so cocky and sure of themselves. He stepped up to her.

"Ma'am, you would be Ms. Falls, of the temple of Pythia?" he asked politely.

"Indeed young man, I would be her. And you would be?"

"Captain Ingalo Rees, Ma'am. The Commander sends his regrets that he was not able to be here perosnally to meet you, but I'm sure you understand, with everything that has happened, he has his hands rather full just trying to co-ordinate this little Fleet we suddenly aquired.

"Allow me to say, on my own behalf, that I am very glad to see you. Just knowing that such a highly revered Cleric of Pythia survived the attack, and is with us in our troubles, will be of great comfort to many in our midst."

"Captain, believe me when I say, there is no place I would rather be, than among this group of survivors." She chuckled at her little joke. "And as for the Commander's absence, in truth I would have been worried if he had been here to greet me. The task that has been handed him is far too great for him to waste the time to greet one civilian. It is enough that he has allowed me to come aboard this magnificent vessel, and do what little I can to help.

"Now, I believe the Commander said that I would require an escort during my stay? Surely he would not send a Captain on such low duty, inthese times?"

Ingalo grinned. "No Ma'am. I am merely her to greet you, and show you to your assigned quarters. We have assigned you a group of three SPs to act as your guides while aboard our ship. One of them will be on duty outside your quarters at all times, so that when you need to go anywhere, you will not need to wait for a guide. And, if you would be so good as to come with me, I will take you to those quarters now, that you may begin familiarizing yourself with the Libra."

Lisa nodded once, and turned. "Jimmy, come."

A young man, of no more than 19, stepped out of the shuttle, carrying two medium sized bags. "I come Milady." the young man said.

"Um, Ma'am, we were not informed that you were bringing anyone else with you..."

"Captain, it's OK, really. Jimmy here is merely a porter from the Astral Dawn, and will be returning to her after he takes my bags to my quarters. The Dawn was kind enough to allow me his use for a few hours, for the transfer."

"Right. Well, that's fine then. Next time though, even if the person you are bringing with you will be leaving immeadiatlely, please be sure to inform us of thier pressence. The Commander runs a tight ship, and we don't like surprises."

"Ingalo?, was it? I am sorry. I have had very little contact with the military in my posistion, and did not think ahead. I assure you, it will not happen again."

"Very good, Ma'am. Now, if you please, this way...."

The odd trio walked off of the flight deck, and into the Belly of the Beast.

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Day 02
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Civilian Starliner Morning Angel

The worst was over....for now. Vorenus sat in the cockpit alone. Annika had left hours ago. She sat with him for hours. Finally going to sleep after bringing him one last cup of coffee.

"She makes good coffee. I may have to find out her secret" he thought to himself.

The ships were in a different configuration now. It was nice to look at but now Vorenus was getting bored....or tired. He wasn't sure. Captain Wilson was asleep in his chair. He was doing better than most because he didn't have to wait for what was going to happen next.

Palatine the luxury liner was in the same place as far as the Morning Angel was concerned. Some of the other ships were in different positions but were there.

Annika walked in much to Vorenus's surprise. "Sir would you like to get some sleep."

"I can't I have to keep an eye on things here."

"I can watch for you and wake you if anything happens. For all we know this is it for awhile."

"Thank you. I'd like that. I'm trying to stay awake but I catch myself falling asleep. I haven't yet but I could at some point. You do make good coffee and it's helped get me this far."

"Thank you." Annika said with a smile. "I'm glad you like it."

Annika sat down in the captains chair and smiled like she was doing something a playfully naughty child would do. "I won't tell if you don't." She said looking over at Vorenus.

"Then I guess we're not telling. I don't even know if he'd care. I'm here so it's not like you're the only one. It's nice to have someone else here."

"Thank you sir." Annika said "Now you need to get to sleep" making a pointing waving motion with her right hand.

"Yes ma'am." He said as he closed his eyes.
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Day 02
0600 CUT
Luxury Liner Palatine

Camilla Fauns had been laying there for an hour. Dried tears were on her face after having thought of her home. She would never see it again. So she lay there holding the picture to her and stared at the celing above her bed.

Deciding to get up she sat up and put her feet on the floor. Put the picture back where it belonged. Getting up she went over to the closet. Might as well have a clean uniform after sleeping in this one. She took off her uniform and placed it in a hamper. Standing there in her undergarments, eyes closed and head back she felt naked. Completly. No home. No family. Just her ship and her crew. She wipped the dried tears from her eyes and took a deep breath. She finished changing her uniform. Washing her hands before leaving she look in the mirror. What was she going to do now.

Camilla walked out and started to go back to the bridge. She had been working on liners all her life. Palatine was her favorite and she wanted to do what it took to protect it.

When Camilla reached the bridge. She said hello to Baca and walked over to the window. Looking out at the ships she thought "This is what's left of humanity? What are we going to do now. Will we survive?" She thought about all those who lost their home and she didn't feel naked or alone anymore. There were others who were sharing a similar pain.

Camilla looked out at one ship in particular. The Morning Angel. The ship they had picked up and then gone to that rendezvous point. She heard about a family on that ship. The Exters. A shipping company family. They had probably lost more than her. Camilla wondered how they were feeling.

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Previously on Battlestar Libra...

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Cardelli stepped through an open hatchway just as a marine shooed one of the Libra deck crew past him. “You’re not allowed past this area sir,” the marine said patiently. “The rule is that they’ll bring the stuff here and your team can move the supplies the rest of the way onto the ship.”

Patrick stopped the man in the orange jumpsuit with a polite “Hello” and introduced himself. The medium-sized fellow with a grizzled beard smiled in reply.

“I guess there’s plenty to do,” Cardelli said with a chuckle.

“Yeah… yeah there certainly is,” the deckhand replied. He cast an annoyed glance back toward the marine who was moving back down the corridor to his assigned station. “Some of us would be doing even more if those jarheads would lighten up a little.”

“Those jarheads answer to bigger and more powerful jarheads,” Patrick told him. “They don’t need someone chewing their ass out any more than you or I do.”

“I know,” the man replied with a laugh. He looked intently into Cardelli’s eyes, trying to get a grasp of the man in the pilot’s uniform that stood beside him. “This is all just nuts, isn’t it?” he said with a note of anxiety. “I mean, humanity as a whole is usually only one step away from beating each other over the head with sticks on any normal day, but this time it’s really happening.”

“I’d stow that attitude if I were you,” Patrick suggested. “There are plenty of people who are rattled enough over what has happened without you planting the seed of guilt on their conscience. Last time I checked an unprovoked attack was the other guy’s fault, not mine.”

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Day 2 Time 0703
Antonia Seda, on the Astral Dawn

Toni sipped her coffee and thought about the evening before. After finishing an early dinner, she’d gone to the bar where she’d last seen Tommy. As she had been on her way in, two medical personnel had come hurrying out, wheeling a stretcher between them. She’d let them go by, and listened to the buzz of talk from those in the bar...


Day 1 Time 2007-2213

Tommy was there at the bar, and from what Toni could tell, there had been some sort of medical emergency—heart attack, someone said, and ‘the big priest saved his life!’

She walked slowly over to him, glad this time that she’d worn a skirt. It wasn’t a terribly short skirt, but it fit her very smoothly, and the discreet slit up one side would reveal a suitable stretch of thigh when she sat. She knew men liked it—or rather, her in it.

She sat on a barstool next to Tommy, crossing her legs, inwardly enjoying the irony of the tall, powerfully-built ex-con in his priest’s collar. “It sounds like you’re the hero tonight, Tom,” she said, resting her palm gently on the back of his forearm.

“Well you know,” he gave her a wink, “I do what I can do for the fellow man. Might I also say how dazzling you look tonight.” She gave him a warm smile “Care for a drink?” She nodded.

“No overseer tonight?” Toni looked around for Jeff Cunnings, and smiled. She ran her fingertips lightly up Tommy’s arm. “Good… maybe we can get to know each other a little better.”

Tommy felt sensations rip through his body he had not felt in awhile, “I would like that very much. As far as Jeff…..Lets just say I reminded him about his family , he’s been pretty focused on me……because……he’s my…..my….”

“I know you’ve just gotten out of prison,” she said calmly, sipping her drink. “I want you to know, that doesn’t bother me at all.” She looked at him, arching one eyebrow. “I find dangerous men exciting.”

Now it was Tommy who was arching one eyebrow and laughed the words, “Wellllll doesn’t that take a load off.” He could see that Toni was smiling as his laughter stopped. Then Tommy said with just a slight bit of serious tone. “I don’t like military much, the government is messed up, and I bend the scriptures to fit me. Still find me exciting?”

“Oh, yes,” she murmured.

With the commotion of the emergency over, the small musical group began playing again.

“Let’s dance,” Toni slid off the stool and took Tommy’s hand, leading him to the dance floor at the side of the bar.

“Don’t mind if I do.” Tommy thought, The rear view is as equally appealing as the front.

She put one hand on his shoulder, the other along his arm, and held her body close to his—just touching a little in the right places. The music was slow, and Toni could feel the heat of Tommy’s body as they swayed in time with the music. She put her hand behind his neck, pulling his head down, and said softly in his ear, “Do you suppose anyone would think it scandalous for a priest to dance like this?”

“Right now they might be think the lords have forsaken them with the colonies destruction, just a priest doing a little rebellion.”

After several dances, they went back to the bar; Toni could tell that Tom was heated up, and she said to the bartender, “Rafe, could I have a beer please?” She turned to Tommy. “Would you like one, too? Dancing is thirsty work.”

“Yes I would.” He replied waited for the bartender to hand him his drink. When he received his beer he took a long drink of it. “Toni I usually have a good read on people and you seem…..how do I say this…like a survivor…are you?

Toni chuckled. “Oh, yes,” she nodded. “As you are, too.”

Tommy smiled at her reply. “I thought you looked like you could take care of yourself. I’d like us to be more than friends, say like allies, someone we could go to if trouble arises or one that might need a favor, and possibly more.”

“You know, Tom, I have been thinking just the same thing,” she said seriously. Then she smiled. “Including… ‘possibly more’.”

They drank and chatted for awhile longer, then Toni said, “I really need to get back to my cabin.”

Tommy let her lead the way to the cabin, her soft hand holding his. The smell of her perfume intoxicating him.

Outside the door, she turned to face him. She put a palm on the side of his face and rose on her toes slightly, kissing him gently… and added just the slightest brush of her tongue over his lower lip.

Then she winked at him and went into her cabin, closing the hatch softly behind her, leaving him standing there in the passageway.

Tommy stood outside the door waiting for the last bits of perfume to vanish, turned and headed back to his cabin. Damn that woman is fine, if I couldn’t get her off my mind before……..ahhhhh.


“Oh, yes,” Toni said softly to herself, sipping coffee. “Allies and more…”

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Organization amidst mayhem

Captain Shannon Staider moved quickly into the large hangar bay to check on the progress of her crews’ progress on the 8 Colonial shuttles that had transferred over from the Libra. Having been evacuated in the RATs, some of her normal staff was still aboard the Battlestar but she could deal with that… at least the plan to evacuate and rendezvous had worked.

She brushed back a wave of dark hair that had fallen across her attractive features and quickly bundled it up into a ponytail to keep it completely out of the way. As thing had turned out, she mused quietly, the rendezvous had worked out even better than they could have imagined.

She had viewed the initial scouting mission by Mercurius and the arrival of the additional fleet of civilian ships as a gift from the Gods – but three military vessels too? Having just come from the bridge, she and her first officer Henry Randall had felt a badly needed surge of confidence while glancing out the windows and seeing the huge Battlestar Libra floating amongst them. All three of the military ships had visible damage on them, but when Henry pointed out the small specks that were Viper fighters launching to patrol the immediate area they had hugged each other and cheered in triumph. A very small number of survivors, to be sure, but at least now they could defend themselves too.

Shannon was a very small woman, barely five feet one inch tall and tipping the scales at just below one hundred pounds. Her background in finance and mechanical engineering, however, was massive by comparison. Anyone who worked with her was constantly amazed at how much she knew about the mechanics of refinery equipment and tylium processing.

Those who also took time to visit the Necromancer’s bridge usually paid close attention to the pictures of the various atmospheric airplanes she had framed on the walls. All of them were aircraft that Shannon had flown in her mid-twenties. The very talented Captain Staider was no stranger to the importance of teamwork since she had been part of a very important one – a precision squadron of jet fighters called the “Patriots” that had performed brilliant maneuvers at air shows throughout the 12 Colonies for several years.

Watching the equipment and people unloading from the shuttles for a moment, she noticed Dunston Fahrren – her engineer – wiping sweat from his brow and shaking his head at the chaos. The shuttle bay could easily accommodate all 8 shuttles, but this time there were lots of equipment and passengers to go with them.

Listen up people!” she shouted at the top of her lungs. The petite ship Captain stepped onto the edge of a forklift and the driver immediately lifted her up off the bay floor so she could speak to everyone. “Let’s move quickly, but let’s remember our safety procedures and put them to good use!” she cautioned. “It won’t do us any good to survive the Cylon attack and make it this far if we do something stupid now. So settle down… until we find a place for all of this stuff and quarters for all of these people it’s going to be a little crowded in here.”

Privately, she wasn’t sure just where all the people were going to go. Staider had been informed that there were more of them aboard Libra and only a small portion of them were her normal crew. Most of the men and women evacuated from the mine were part of Mason’s private security force – something that had always frustrated her. As Vice President of the Cardelli Corporation she understood the need for security in private industry but Mason was the king of overkill. She had often pointed out the money that could be saved in salaries and benefits alone if they had halved his personal police force. But Cardelli liked to create jobs and he liked to employ people, and – ultimately – as long as she got paid Shannon had continued to do her job.

She continued to watch the activity surrounding her and the people talking excitedly amongst one another. Her crew was tired of sitting idle in space waiting and the people from the moon were obviously equally sick of having to hibernate from the Cylons at the underground mine. It would be a while, but once she and her staff found a place for everyone they would be able to begin shuttling fuel to the other ships in the fleet. The Necromancer was packed full of both refined tylium fuel and raw ore. Despite the unexpected increase in ships they were fully prepared for some years to come no matter which direction they decided to travel in.

Jumping down off the forklift she motioned to its driver. “Go help unload,” she told him. “I’ll run this thing and move the stuff that’s already been off-loaded to a safer location.” He nodded respectfully to her before heading over toward the nearest shuttle.

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Captain Richard Didimour poured himself another cup of coffee.

He looked out the viewscreen at the two Cardelli Corporation vessels.

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Psy opened her eyes, looking around the private quarters of the Mercurius. It felt nice to finally get some sleep, and the pain in her back and head were barely registering. Hopping out of the sleeping bag she stretched and then proceeded to clean up her bed.

Psy was very much a creature of habit and was quite happy that now things had calmed down some that she could get back into some of her daily routine. It had basically been the same one for her whole life with some changes while in boot camp and other training. She had actually been surprised at how similar her life before was to her life now. Wake up early; do some kata’s; follow with physical training; and then depending on the day, training with an instructor for anything from martial arts to ballet to archery: sometimes doing a few in one day.
Then she would shower and get changed for the rest of the day which mostly consisted of: studies, tests, beauty training, and anything public her father would have planned for her. Then to bed nice and early.

Some thinks of a technical nature changed when she joined the marines but overall not so much and she adapted to the small changes fairly quickly.

Clearing the area around her she started her morning kata’s and lost herself in the meditation of them.

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D02 T0930

Herald had left the CIC around 0730, after making sure that the area was safe, and getting a CAP set up. There was no telling if the Cylons could track them or not... "FTL jumps are untraceable, but the Cylons have thrown a lot of surprises at us, who knows what they can do," Herald thought.

For the last hour, he had sat at his desk, holding a picture. The picture was of his family: his wife and daughter. they were standing by the ocean on Aerilon. Brennan was in khaki shorts and a regular white t-shirt, his wife (Jennie) adorned in a tank top and a pair of jean shorts. In Brennan's arms was Hope... their beautiful daughter of only four at the time, dressed in her one-piece bathing suit.

The day had been so beautiful. Strolling along the beach for shells, stopping by a gorgeous restaurant, and then spending the rest of the evening body boarding on the waves and teaching Hope how to do it. Brennan loved them so much......

Now they were gone, the last he had heard from Jennie and Hope was on Day Zero minus two. Jennie had taken Hope to the area Animal Shelter and bought a puppy. Brennan couldn't wait until leave so he could see his Hope play with the animal.

Everything had changed, the Colonies were gone, the last of humanity was here, and the only hope for the future lied ahead, away from the Colonies. Brennan knew that to return to the Colonies and try to fight the Cylons back was certain suicide, but he missed them so much. But logic ruled out, and he was slowly realizing the steep slope up ahead of him.

Protecting the Civilians... and keeping humanity alive was now his goal.

He had seen the Necromancer and Hades Horn, and realized that there was nothing close to them to guard in case the Cylons found them again.

He picked up his personal handset on the desk: "CIC, this is Herald, raise Commander Rodrigues for me."

The channel was opened: "Libra Actual, this is Griffyn Actual, come in," he said into the handset while twirling the picture in his free hand.

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Pan Galactic Flight 76

"Thanks again for the food and other supplies, Don." Captain Bevfah said into her wireless receiver.

["Sure thing, Heather. Glad to share."] Captain Gibbs replied from his ship, Astral Dawn.

The ships had been swapping supplies as needed. And as the military ships had been so busy with their dead, and wounded and ships' damage, the civilian ships had not made any request to the military for these past few hours. Not that the military ships had not shared; they certainly had been, but the civilian ships' captains had chosen to not request anything from the military at present.


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In the bathroom of the Mercurius after a quick shower Psy tried to assess the progress her back had made. She figured the doctors must have been right about it all just being superficial as the cut’s had pretty much healed over and the bruise had faded to an ugly yellow colour. The bump on her head was no more, only a small cut still existed and none of her teeth were loose any longer.

Happy that her injuries would no longer be a hindrance to her job she started to get dressed in her assistant guise and even managed to quickly paint her nails with dry quick nail polish, something that would have scandalized her beauty coach Darla. Finally happy with her appearance she went to join Kalrk in the cockpit of the Mercurius and wondered when the last time he had slept.

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