0.2 No Hope to Lose

This entry is part 2 of 8 in the series City of Glass

“Distress call from Talon Mede. Origin: Keystation. Target: Darkstation,” Analik repeats. Again. “Attack on the Medes at Darkstation.”

Stephanie Forrester scowls. She has heard about the alert twice now, and if all is in order, so has her captain, Sergio Haus. She should be telling him, warning him not to go into that sordid, sorry mess of a planet with its orbiting stations. She’s a Talon and a part of that sorry mess of an ethnic war. Perhaps the Human Alliance Council underestimated that fact when they assigned her as pilot to the class-H—minimum crew military spaceship with a personality—Analik. Perhaps they forgot a spacer was a spacer was a spacer, and there she is, gritting her teeth again against that d— alert blaring on her panel.

“Is something wrong?” the navigator, Rayanne, asks quietly, tilting her head in that calm appraisal that’s always so d— right.

Stephanie launches herself out of the pilot station and heads back toward captain’s quarters. “Always is,” she mutters and nearly bumps into Sergio coming out.

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Ficlets, huh?

Tea and Ficlets is clearly turning into Tea and Short Stories!

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