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Chapter 1: Stranded
Chapter 2: Progress
Chapter 3: Departure
Chapter 4: Motion
Chapter 5: Poison
Chapter 6: Breakthrough
Chapter 7: Safe Distance
Chapter 8: Strategic Reevaluation
Chapter 9: The Errand
Chapter 10: Together
Chapter 11: Archeti Again
Chapter 12: About Time
Chapter 13: Ophelia
Chapter 14: Victory
Chapter 15: Bold and Brave
Chapter 16: Captainship
Chapter 17: Warning Signs
Chapter 18: The Mariah
Chapter 19: Safe and Sound
Chapter 20: Hunted
Chapter 21: Truth and Lies
Chapter 22: Family Ties
Chapter 23: Rescue
Chapter 24: Communication
Chapter 25: Blackwater
Chapter 26: Legacy
Chapter 27: Goals
Chapter 28: Moving Forward
Chapter 29: Terror Of The Span
Chapter 30: Crossroads
Chapter 31: Titan
Chapter 32: Mistake
Chapter 33: The Message
Chapter 34: Escape Plan
Chapter 35: Riot And Relief
Chapter 36: Inevitable
Chapter 37: Treatment
Chapter 38: The Truth
Chapter 39: Leaving The Dionysian
Chapter 40: Freedom
Chapter 41: The Conduit
Chapter 42: Garden Party
Chapter 43: Proposition
Chapter 44: The Station
Chapter 45: Slow On The Uptake
Chapter 46: Negotiations
Chapter 47: Quake
Chapter 48: Bombs
Chapter 49: Fall’s End
Chapter 50: Morgan
Chapter 51: The Long Goodbye

Chapter 51: The Long Goodbye

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“There can be no victory without sacrifice. For everything gained, something must also be given away. It is the natural order of the Span we live in. No success comes without loss …. ”

Hazy gray rain fell to the ground in sheets, flooding the cobblestone walkway. Watery-cold wind rippled through Leta’s hair and tossed her black dress around her knees. Around her, Fiearius’ old pirate crowd, families and citizens of Vescent, and soldiers and pilots from Carthis all filled the courtyard. Leta planted herself in the back of the crowd, rigid as a statue, as Gates’ rough, hoarse voice carried over the audience. Sounds of people crying, sniffling and wiping their eyes, punctuated his words. Continue reading

Chapter 50: Morgan

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Leta was frozen.

Her gun was in her hand, her finger poised on the cold metal trigger, but she couldn’t pull it. She couldn’t even aim properly. The weapon vibrated in her shaking grip and, as if of its own accord, refused to be pointed at the man advancing towards her. But it wasn’t the gun fighting, it was herself. What was she even thinking? She couldn’t shoot Arleth Morgan. She couldn’t shoot a Society Councillor. She admired him — his strength, his courage to fight for the Society. Why would she ever want to hurt him?

“Now now, Ms. Adler. No need for violence,” said Morgan, still smiling. He held out his broad sweaty palm. “I’ll take that if you don’t mind.”

Of course she didn’t mind. Without hesitation, she set her weapon into the man’s palm. He smiled at her with a twist of smug self-satisfaction as he unloaded the gun and placed it neatly on the console beside them. Continue reading

Chapter 49: Fall’s End

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The jagged skyline of Vescent’s capital city began to sink into view. The Dionysian descended toward the docks, and Leta leaned her palms against the bridge’s console, trying to steady her shaking sweaty hands. This was where she’d grown up with her mother, where she’d gone to university and accepted her first job in a clinic. Where she’d met Ren in a noisy little tavern in the city square. Where she’d first laid eyes on a riotous pirate ship captain, shouting over the sound of the waves on the harbor docks ….

Gray clouds twisted around the top spires of the buildings. The sky lit with flaming red-orange bursts as the ships in the upper atmosphere battled. Carthis’ fleet — flanked by Quin’s and an assortment of Fiearius’ old criminal friends — had descended into Vescentian space first, drawing out the planet’s defensive barrage and engaging them in what was surely a spectacular sight of space weapon technology. Leta had caught only glimpses as the Dionysian swerved through the front lines and went straight for the planet. It was the Dionysian’s responsiblity — her responsibility — to get onto the ground and shut down the missile defense turrets so that the bombers could get through and take out their targets. Continue reading

Chapter 48: Bombs

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The war room was crowded again. This time, everyone suffered from a state of exhaustion, worry, and turmoil. Bowing her chin toward her collarbone, Leta found she could barely summon the necessary strength to meet anyone’s — even Fiearius’ — eye. She folded her arms and listened as the murmur of discussion lifted and fell, lifted and fell, over the course of hours. Half of her mind was elsewhere, in the station’s medical ward, where Finn lay unconscious, still in critical condition, undergoing another round of surgery …

Leta blinked her eyes and straightened up, tuning into the discussion. A military officer had just brought up the map of Vescent, where it shimmered in a three-dimensional projection above the table. She recognized every detail of the map, and it was a good thing, considering what they were going to do next … Continue reading

Chapter 47: Quake

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It was with begrudging, enormous effort that Cyrus untangled his limbs from Addy’s, put his feet to the floor, and got up out of her bed. He pulled on his clothes and crossed towards the door, wondering what the hell could be going on with her ship. He’d told Addy he’d check and see.

But for reasons he couldn’t fathom, the Beacon seemed to be shaking all around them. Floor to ceiling quivering. Cyrus leaned his head out into the hallway, and in the room behind him, Addy’s voice called out, “What is it?” But Cyrus didn’t know what it was.

“Are we taking off?” he called back to her, but suddenly Addy was at his side, her hand on his hip as she too looked out into the hall.

“No way, her take-offs don’t feel like this. The engine’s not even running. It’s gotta be external.” Continue reading

Chapter 46: Negotiations

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The look on Quin’s face was rather irritating.

She propped her chin in her hand, gazed across her desk at Fiearius and simply smirked at him. She’d been sitting like that in absolute silence for minutes now, until finally, she said, “Sorry, sweetie, I just can’t believe you signed up with Carthis.”

“Yeah, well, neither can I,” Fiearius muttered, leaning back on the couch and taking a long sip from the glass of whiskey she’d offered and he’d immediately accepted. Glancing to his side, he added bitterly, “Already starting to regret it.” Continue reading