"Send comm to user: The Captain?"
Cress wrung her hair around her wrists. Was she really willing to do this? Send a comm to… him? Carswell Thorne. Her true love- he just didn't know it yet.
And he never will, a voice in her head chided, if you don't send it.
Sucking in a breath, Cress closed her eyes and said, "Little Cress, send comm."
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COMM FROM USER: CRESCENT169
The alert jolted Thorne awake. Crescent169. The name sounded interesting enough- hopefully a cute girl. Preferably, a cute girl who could help him escape. Prison was no fun.
He read the comm and smiled. This Crescent sounded like a cute girl. She said that she knew a lot about him and listed his 'admirable qualities' (none of them were true- except the 'good looks' part). It sounded almost as if… as if she was flirting with him.
She probably was.
Why wouldn't she?
He was great. Not many people saw past his looks and to who he really was. A thief- or, as Crescent put it, 'thieving for the good of others; like a hero from Second Era novel'. He much prefered that version- particularly the hero part.
He skimmed back over the comm and was hit with a realization- he'd finally gotten the fan mail he deserved.
...
Cress was regretting sending Carswell a comm- it was so so stupid! Everything she'd said made her sound like a naive, little girl who wanted the attention of a celebrity who would never notice her. That wasn't the case… was it? Of course not- she was strong and smart.
She was…
She was…
She was a secret agent, who needed to contact a spy who'd been captured by the enemy- Luna.
The voice of her younger self interrupted her fantasies.
"Accept comm from user: The Captain?"
"The Captain?" Cress's eyes widened and she spun around, nearly tripping over her hair, to face the invisi-screens. She frantically cried, "YES! YES! I mean- ACCEPT!" Cress took a deep breath to calm herself. "Little Cress, accept comm."
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Crescent169,
Crescent (mind if I call you that?), thanks for the comm. But I'd really love it if you could tell me more about you, and less about me.
I'll start: My name is Captain Carswell Thorne (But call me Captain. Or Thorne. Or Captain Thorne) and I'm charming and handsome (you already knew that, didn't you?)
Your turn.
-Captain Thorne
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Thorne paced around his cell. Crescent hadn't responded yet. Maybe she wasn't going to respond at all.
What had he done wrong?
All he'd done was be himself and honest.
He could suddenly see where the problem was.
Aces, I really screwed up this time, didn't I?
His chance to meet a girl. And his slim possibility of getting out of prison.
Maybe her portscreen was broken? Maybe she lived on the other side of Earth (or worse- Luna) and it took forever for her to get it?
All his worries dissolved as his portscreen notified him of a comm.
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Dear Captain,
I'm so glad you got my message! I'm Crescent Moon, but feel free to call me Cress! I have extremely long blonde hair and blue eyes. I'm very skilled with netscreens, portscreens, and other electronics. And, Captain Thorne, I know you're charming and handsome. Doesn't everyone?
Sincerely,
Cress