Worlds Apart

by sisko44

The Son's of Anarchy with a twist. Read about the guys in my version of the future. This story has all the characters but will focus more on Tig.

1. Worlds Collide

Worlds Apart

Welcome back to Worlds Apart. I have rewritten and revised the first two chapters. This is a story of the future with the Sons of Anarchy in it. Mostly the story is about Tig and the other main character of Sable, with a good spattering of Happy.

I hope you enjoy the story revisions. Keep an eye out for further chapters, I will be adding them more frequently.

2172 Universal Star Date

Chapter 1: Revitty

Sabel padded lightly down the hallway passing the royal apartments. It was late, the palace dead quiet and dark. Normally she would be sneaking out to practice her fighting skills with Solace, or walk the gardens seeking the peaceful time away from her responsibilities as the 'heir apparent'.

Tonight she was running away. Taking care to dress in a black flight suit she had armed herself with a gun and a sword that she had stolen earlier. Sneaking quietly down the stairs in the deep shadows her mind kept going over and over the argument that had forced her to make this desperate decision.

Earlier she had fought vehemently with her father. In an odd moment of total coldness he had informed Sable that she would be engaged formally tomorrow to Sven Konstantin. At first she had tried to argue as an adult might. Sighting the differences in their cultures and the fact she was only 15 years old to his much more mature age of 25, her reasoning had fallen on deaf ears. Tears and a full blown refusal to do it had just enraged him.

Even stranger had been the fact her mother and sister had not been present in the meeting. Normally they were a family, loving and caring. Not cold and calculating as he had been. They had always talked openly about the affairs of their small planet. Using the opportunity to teach Sable how to be a fair and strong leader for their people during their many afternoons spent in the state room.

It had never occurred to her that she wouldn't marry for love. 'Hadn't her mother and father married for love?' Why would it be different for her?

Today had been horrible. She just couldn't fathom how heartless he was being, how ruthless he had been. Confusion warred with self-preservation. No way would she marry Sven, a Han. She despised him on a personal level, and the Han's as a race on a moral level. She thought her father had too until today. He had complained vehemently about having to entertain the Han only playing the part to protect his people.

Hearing the noise of the guard's steps making his rounds she froze in the shadows, waiting for him to go through the large doors. If anyone caught her trying to leave she would be severely punished. It wouldn't bode well for her.

Once the door shut she ran quickly for the hidden panel under the stairs. Solace had shown the underground tunnels to her so she could train late at night. It was forbidden by her father, 'no Princess of his would learn to fight'. Especially the fact they had guards to protect them. Only by winning a bet had she gotten him to train her.

Because of her natural ability and athleticism she had caught on quickly. Her fighting lessons had expanded into flying lessons. She knew how to handle every craft on her planet. Solace had reluctantly agreed when she had blackmailed him using the knowledge of a tryst with a married woman. Though she had threatened him she would never had done it. He was like a brother to her whom she loved and respected.

Going down the stairs in the darkness she reached the bottom finding the torch. Sparking the flint she hurried down the tunnel intent on reaching the docking station. Reaching the end she put the torch out climbing the stairs to the secret entrance. Listening for a few minutes she didn't hear anything out of the ordinary. The night birds and insects were carrying on with their usual noises. Slowly opening the door she let her eyes adjust to the inky darkness.

During a new moon the sky glowed and eerie deep purple blue, casting strange shadow upon the landscape. Knowing each step by heart she walked quickly even though it was hard to see your own feet.

Voices carried on the light wind. Freezing she heard the rustling of leaves and the forest fell silent. Birds scattered and the insects quit making noises, someone was coming this way. Listening intently she ducked down behind a gnarled old tree, "I have King Viggo firmly in my grip. My threats have him giving his oldest daughter to me." He paused giving a harsh laugh. Her mind exploded knowing that voice, 'Sven!''

'What threats could he possibly be holding over her father?' possibilities whirled within her brain.

Another voice broke into her thoughts. "Our troops wait on the other side of the wormhole. Your orders are to make your move on the Royal family tonight. Leave no one alive." Biting her lip so she would not make a sound in her surprise, she fought her fear. "No one cares about the engagement or the pretenses any more, we will finish them." Recognizing the voice as the older Han with Sven her blood boiled.

The men appeared to her left on the path towards the palace. Several Huscarls followed behind them. It was a small army of men intent on doing her family harm. Holding her breath she held still fighting the urge to flee. The need to warn her family warred with the need to know their full intentions. "I will not kill Sabel. She is mine to do with as I wish."

"Then I get the younger sister." His deep voice gave her the chills thinking of her younger sister Lyssa. At eight years old it made her sick thinking of what they would do to her.

"It matters not. We will kill the brats Mother and Father. Decimating their small army will be easy and then we can take control of the planet and its Thoradium ore." 'Worms!' They would kill her family for a rock?

Stopping suddenly Sven turned a small circle tipping his head sideways, his nostrils flared as he took a long deep breath. His mouth opened slightly as his fangs dropped and he clicked his teeth. The other man also lowered his fangs and searched the woods.

Both of their grey eyes looked in her direction. Trying to stay still she knew they couldn't possibly see her but her fear was taking control. Sven stepped forward, "Sable I smell you, can hear you breathing. Come out and I won't hurt you."

'Oh no!' Turning she bolted through the heavy forest. Holding the advantage because she knew her way instinctively she led them away from the secret entrance before doubling back. Within minutes she was pulling ahead of them. Their thrashing and cussing gave away the fact that they were struggling in the roots and prickly underbrush.

Running full out down the open path she found her opening for the secret door. Sliding in she shut it as quietly as possible and ran down the stairs not bothering with the torch at the bottom she sprinted through the tunnel towards the palace. Knowing she had only a few minutes head start on Sven and his goons she busted through the door slamming it behind her.

Fighting for air she pushed her body though she was sucking for air. Running up the stairs towards her parent's apartments she stumbled and fought to gain her feet. Hearing yelling in her father's state room she busted in slamming the door behind her leaning on it struggling to catch her breath.

"Sable, what in blazes are you doing?" expecting his anger she realized he was beet red and sweating. Her mother stood on the far side of the room white as a ghost crying. Malcom stood on the other wall with his arms crossed, standing quietly.

"Father, Sven is planning to kill you and Mother. They want our Thoracium. We have to get Alyssa quickly, they are on their way." She panted trying to catch her breath.

Exploding her father yelled at her. "And just exactly how do you know this?"

"Father there is no time!" Pleading with him she looked at her mother.

Malcom urged her father into action. "Viggo this is happening sooner than we believed," turning back to her "Sable, run get Alyssa and head to the war room. Don't stop for anyone or anything."

Stepping forward her father pushed her into action. "Go!"

As she ran out she heard Malcom on his com link ordering his men to keep the foreigners out of the palace with whatever means necessary. Fear gripped her heart as tears ran down her face. What was her father going to do? The Han outnumbered them 10 to 1. She knew the odds of surviving in a fight against them were not in their favor.

With her heart in her throat she busted through Allysa's door. Grabbing a few clothes as she woke her up Sable found a pair of shoes and ran to the bed. "Lyssa! Wake up we have to go. Hurry! We are in danger." Not wanting to scare her too much she slipped her shoes on and tried to get her moving.

"But…" she rubbed her eyes.

Grabbing her hand Sable pulled her behind her. "No time to explain. Come on!"

Stopping at the doorway she listened intently. Noises of fighting filtered up the stairs. Opening the door slowly she saw Solace running towards them. "Sable! Go quickly to the war room, I'm right behind you."

Flinging the door open she ran pulling Lyssa behind her down the long hallway. The door was at the far end. In what felt like forever she reached the wall with a security panel and punched in the code. A set of heavy steel doors opened to a large room. They ran inside with Solace on their heels. He hit the close button and turned Lyssa towards him kneeling in front of her.

"I know your scared little one. I promise I won't let anything happen to you." Whimpering as tears ran down her face she started crying in earnest.

"I want Momma and Daddy." Putting his finger to her lips he spoke urgently to her.

"Lyssa, it's a game. You need to be as quiet as you can. We are meeting your Mom and Dad in a few minutes. I need you to be a big girl. Do you understand?"

Shaking her head yes her lower lip trembled but she quieted.

Hearing the clicks of someone punching in the code from behind her Sable drew her gun and lowered herself in front of Lyssa facing the possible threat. Solace moved quickly beside them with his gun raised. The panel in the opposite wall opened and Malcom stepped in quietly.

Raised voices in the room next to them made Sables blood run cold. "Where are they Viggo?"

"I will not tell you." Her father's low voice gave her shivers.

Hearing her mother scream out in pain Sables heart jumped. "Tell me or she dies."

"No, don't tell them. I will die knowing they stood a chance to get away." Her voice was strong never wavering with indecision. "I love you Viggo, we will meet again in the fields of Thoran."

"My love, wait for me." Her father's voice shook. "You will never find them. I already sent them away hours ago." A sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach made her swallow hard.

The sound of a saber whooshing, "No!" the yell of her father and the thud of something hitting the ground filled Sable with dread. "Morrigan!" pure agony poured out of her father as he screamed her mother's name.

Launching herself at the panel leading to that room she felt strong arms wrap around her as a large hand covered her mouth. Hearing herself screaming she fought and kicked against Solace. "Sable, stop," whispering in her ear with urgency, "I need you to be strong for your sister." Shaking with fear and anger she knew her mother was dead. He turned her away from the wall.

"You lie. I just chased Sable through the forest on my way here." Sven's voice held a hint of amusement. "Last chance King Viggo."

"Rot in hell I am prepared to meet my wife in the afterlife." No hint of fear or regret came from her father. Hearing the whoosh of the saber again her knees gave out as she heard his head hit the floor with a sickening thud.

Malcom grabbed her from Solace running for the trap door. Burying her head into Malcom's shoulders his voice rumbled softly. "Be strong little one. Push your pain away for a different time. I will need your help to get off this planet alive." Swallowing her pain, though the tears still rolled down her face she nodded yes. "Can I put you down so we can run?"

"Yes," as her feet hit the ground she looked over her shoulder as Solace followed carrying Lyssa. Her tiny head was buried into his chest as he held her tightly running past them. Malcom gave her a push from behind and they followed Solace through the tunnel towards the launch pad.

"Is the Freya secure?" Malcom's deep voice echoed in the silence. A faint voice came back giving the all clear. "Go Solace! Take the helm, head for the hidden wormhole in quadrant 8."

"Let's hope it's not the one the Hans are waiting on the other side of." Solace added quietly hitting the numbers to the steel door. Not waiting for it to open all the way he squeezed through the opening still carrying Lyssa as he sprinted for the ramp of their cruiser.

Following on his heels she grabbed Lyssa's hand as he sat her down hastily still running down the corridor for the pilot's room. "Take your sister and secure yourselves in the safe room." Giving her a gentle squeeze on her shoulder he kissed her forehead. "Go."

Hearing the ramp close she took her sisters hand and walked quickly towards the hallway leading to the 'safe room'. Feeling the ship lurch she balanced them on a wall punching in the code. Guiding Lyssa to a seat she belted her in quickly.

Heading to the weapon wall she grabbed a com link and headed to another seat next to Lyssa. Belting herself in she felt the cruiser go into hyper drive. 'We made the wormhole.' Looking at her sister through the tears streaming down her face she knew her life had just changed forever.

Universal Star Date 2187 (15 years later)

Chapter 2: Mullistus

Rolling into a hard right as he reversed his thrusters making the Varanagian cruiser come to a stop as the larger and bulkier Han transporter roared by. "That's it, you big piece of Han shit." The black emptiness of space lit up with the light of a laser striking the hull of the pursuer's ship. Several more shots followed from the gunnery station as he maneuvered the Slepner around the Han ship giving his guns easy access to its weak points. Within seconds the transporter exploded. Bits and pieces flew past them as the ship made a loud groan and the engines cut out.

"Godammit Tig!" Cringing as Clay's loud voice boomed through the com he pulled it out of his ear holding it away as he continued his tirade. "I told you to quit pulling those flyboy stunts!" Hearing the slam of his palm on something Tig grinned as more yelling ensued, "get this ship running as of yesterday!"

Haps voice came through next, "I'm on it." Able to read his mood Tig knew Clay was pissed.

"Aye, ya crazy fucker," Chibs annoyed lilt picked up as he joined in the tirade. "A little warning next time, I nearly knocked me ass out when you slammed ta a stop."

"Common," Tig whined in his most annoying voice on purpose. "I just saved all your asses and you're bitching at me?"

"It was a bit overdramatic Tig. There was a wormhole a few minutes out." The smooth as silk voice of Jax held a hint of humor. "But I have to admit it was a pretty slick move."

"Finally, someone who appreciates my skills," Flipping a few of the instruments he tried to figure out why Slepner had stalled.

"Uh boys I hate to interrupt this truly amusing conversation but we have a slight problem." Tig looked over at Juice who worked the instrument panel that held the radar. "There is a large ship heading our way. We've got maybe 10 minutes." Giving Tig a worried look he shrugged his shoulders as the com went ballistic again.

"Tig, I'm gonna kick your ass if that's another Han cruiser." Clay's boom made him flinch again.

Shooting Juice a look that could kill he smacked him upside the head. "Thanks for throwing me under the bus kid."

"Ouch," he ducked rubbing his head.

'Common you expensive piece of shit,' Tig punched the panel above his head in frustration. Suddenly the ship hummed and he flipped the ignition switch. "Ha!" sitting down he shot off towards a wormhole ahead of them on his private star chart. "Buckle up assholes, I'm going into hyper drive in five…four…three…two…one…" Pressing the button the ship lurched, the lights blinked and the engine sputtered. 'Not again.' Punching the board once more it gave a high whine then jumped forward into the hyper drive mode. Stars flew by as he looked out into the darkened sky.

Getting up he walked over to the radar watching to see if the other ship had jumped with them. The screen was clear. "Dear assholes, this is your captain speaking. We are currently cruising at hyper speed on route to the amazing solar system of Arnott. Our destination lies in the asteroid field affectionately known as the 'Bad Lands'. We will be arriving at our destination, planet Iberia in ten hours." He smiled. This was one of his favorite places in the galaxy. "Enjoy your flight today with 'Anarchy Air' boys. Smoke 'em if you got 'em."

It was impossible to fly anything larger than a small freighter through the winding asteroid field, so you rarely ran into anyone from the Hanseatic League. Iberia was the place to go if you were on the run, and had enough wergild to pay the dock master. Home to all sorts of riff raff, murderers and general scum he felt right at home on the god forsaken little planet.

Clay's deep voice full of irritation came through his com. "Trager get your ass to chapel…"

Interrupting him Tig voiced his displeasure "…awe common Clay. I could use some shut eye."

"Now!" pulling his ear piece out again he left it dangle on his flight suit and sullenly walked out of the pilot station.

Walking down the hallway he stopped in the engine room first. 'Clay can wait.' Happy looked up with a fierce expression on his face, "I've told you hundred times, that stunt is hard on an engine."

Shaking his head he leaned against the wall. "It wasn't the engine Hap." Holding his hands up Tig smiled, "I swear." Happy gave him another quelling look but he ignored it continuing his explanation. "I got pissed and hit the panel. She started back up purring like nothing happened."

"Bullshit," Hap kept playing with a fuse in the panel he had pulled out.

"Ask Juice, he was there." With a pout he crossed his legs. "Even when I put her in hyper drive I had to hit the panel again." Hap gave him a long look.

"Maybe a loose fuse in the panel, or a damaged censor," shaking his bald head he pointed at Tig. "You're helping me look for it."

Groaning Tig knew that was coming. It was a bitch pulling apart the panel and finding issues. Often it took several days of work. He and Happy were the main mechanics of the Slepner. She was a top of the line Vanagarian cruiser, fast and sleek. Normally she ran without a hitch, but they had been fleeing from the Han ship for over a week off and on. In the couple of close calls she'd taken a lot of abuse, and they hadn't had the time to fix her completely. "Shit, a 'right."

The door to the engine room slid open as Clay stalked in. He crowded Tig into the wall poking him hard on his chest with his finger, "What, you don't take orders anymore?"

Pissed at Clay's attitude and for treating him like that he blew him off. "Nah, it ain't like that. What the fuck is your problem?"

"I told you to come to the chapel." He gave Tig his feral grin.

Not fazed by his aggressive play he gave Clay a defiant look shoving him away. "I was on my way." He stalked out heading for the chapel. 'I need a fucking drink.' Something had been up Clay's ass and Tig had taken the brunt of his frustrations. The two of them were close, and usually he talked shit out with him, but for some reason Clay was holding this close to his chest.

They both had been on edge. He was battling a serious case of boredom. It was probably why he'd been pulling some stupid shit lately. Last week he had gotten thrown into jail on a little moon called Tivo. It seemed he slept with the prefect's wife and he didn't appreciate it. Clay had to pay some serious wergild to spring him.

Something was off with him, and he was pushing the limits on purpose. Restless, prone to angry outbursts and aggressive behavior much of the crew had been avoiding him openly. Sad part was he couldn't stop himself, even when he knew it was causing a problem.

Putting the code in to open the doors to the chapel he stared at the reaper seal on the door. He was proud of the fact he was part of the Sons of Anarchy. Their rag tag group was run by no other than Clay, a 'retired' Huscarl. It was his only family, and he would die for any of them.

Walking past the table he went to a refrigerator and pulled out a couple ice cubes, grabbing a couple glasses he poured a couple fingers in each and added a swish of sweet liquor to each. Carrying it to the table as Clay sat down watching him he tried to ignore the look of censure in his eyes as sat back and crossed his legs. Using his sarcasm as a defensive measure he gave Clay a cold smile, "what's got your dander up?"

Leaning forward he stared at Tig. Pointing a large index finger at him he sighed, stopped and sat back. "This is the third time in a matter of weeks that you have pulled a stunt which has endangered the whole crew." The soft spoken tone he used hurt more than if he had yelled at him. Looking away he shrugged as Clay continued. "What is going on with you Alex?"

Turning back he looked at Clay for a long time searching for the words to explain his mood lately. He had nothing…"I'm fine man." Shaking his head no, Clay pulled a cigar out of his pocket cutting the bottom and taking his time lighting it. Tig picked up his whiskey and shot it back in one swallow. The rich burn lit his stomach on fire as it spread outwards into his limbs.

Reaching for the bottle Clay put his hand on top of Tig's. "You been hittin' the bottle pretty hard lately. Maybe you outta lay off a bit."

A burn settled in Tig's face as Clay's words embarrassed him. "Wow Clay. Really?"

"Look you've been with me for a long time. It took me a while to get your impulsive side tempered. I took you in. I taught you how to survive in this shit storm of a life, to give a shit about yourself." He rolled his cigar watching the smoke, "I think I deserve the truth." The soft tone of his words hit Tig in the chest, making it ache.

Grabbing the bottle giving Clay a challenging look he poured another finger. This time he only took a sip. Letting it settle he tried to put into words something even he couldn't explain to himself. "I don't know. Honestly." He twirled the glass looking at the ceiling as he rubbed his thigh. "I feel…I feel off. I just don't know what's wrong. I will work my way through it."

Sitting back in his chair Clay gave him a long look. "Alright, but you need to temper it when it comes to decisions with the crew and this ship. Your stunt today could have killed us all." Taking a puff of his cigar he held it pointing at Tig. "You were like this for a few years after you took off to try and meet your parents." He raised his eyebrow at Tig, "got anything to do with that again?"

Scoffing and rolling his eyes Tig laughed. "Hell no I have no illusions about who I am to them." It still stung, but he'd moved on with that whole fucked up mess.

"Well maybe you can work it out on Iberia. Blaze is your favorite little shit hole in the wall." Grinning he gave Tig a knowing look.

Flashing a huge smile at Clay he laughed coarsely. "Yea a good tug and a hug might be the answer." Taking another nip at his whiskey he rubbed his eyes. "I need some sleep, we done here?"

Tossing his last swallow back Clay gave him a long look. "You need to talk you come to me."

"Ya, a 'right," pushing his chair back Tig got up. Grabbing the bottle of whiskey he walked towards the door and headed to his room. 'I just need some oblivion.'

Rolling over he heard the buzz of his com going off, then a loud banging on his door. "Get up Tig! You got 10 minutes to get to the bridge and steer us through the asteroid field." Juices annoyed voice came through his door. His com buzzed louder, reaching over he shut it off and sat up rubbing his face. Walking to the bathroom he took a piss and then threw some cold water over his face. 'Shit, I think I'm still drunk.'

Grabbing his flight suit and loading his weapons he headed up to the bridge with a few minutes to spare. Hooking up his com he calmly waited for the ship to finish the hyper jump. "Ladies, the current temperature on Iberia is minus 40 degrees. Which means don't take a piss into the wind."

"Aye lads," Chibs chuckled.

"We will be arriving in approximately 10 minutes. I hope you enjoyed your trip today on 'Anarchy Air'. Please enjoy your stay on this crappy rock and make sure you join us for your return trip." Smiling he listened to the sarcastic comments that flowed through his com.

The ship came to a stop exiting the worm hole as it dropped out of hyper drive. Tig took the controls manually setting a nice easy pace as he picked his way around the asteroids. Occasionally a small rock would connect with the hull making a loud thud.

Entering a sticky spot he had to roll the ship into a sharp angle. A chorus of angry voices yelling obscenities filled his com. "Seriously Tig! If there is any damaged merchandise it's coming out of your cut." Clays less than amused voice came over the din.

Evening the Slepner out Tig exited the asteroid field and picked up speed heading towards the bright white planet. Juice hailed the landing bay and secured permission to land. Quickly they entered the atmosphere using their shield to avoid burning up in the atmosphere.

"Docking bay 4 boys, hanger 3, looks like our welcoming committee is waiting for us." They had their smuggling ring well under wraps, only using reliable contacts to distribute goods. This load they were carrying illegal weapons for a local mercenary group. Many of their buyers actively fought against the Han so Tig wasn't upset that they sold illegal guns. This trip would make them some serious wergild though honestly he was stinking rich now, and never had time to spend it.

He'd begun to think of trying to buy a place on some lost little section of the galaxy that the Han didn't give a shit about. He needed a place to go when he got tired of this. He did have one hideaway set up on a small moon in case of emergency, but it wasn't someplace to live permanently.

"A 'right boys, everyone down to the cargo hold except Tig and Happy, you two get the parts for the ship and get her running in top condition." Sounding prickly at best Clay added, "No mistakes boys, let's get this run done."

Meeting Happy in the engine room Tig leaned against the wall as he made a quick list of parts and spares they would need. Grabbing a tool kit he smiled at Tig, "let's go tear apart that panel, I have an idea of what it might be."

"A 'right," agreeing he followed Happy up to the cockpit. Knowing that Happy was the better of the two as far as diagnostics he had no problem just following his lead.

After taking out the screws they had popped the panel out and began running their scanners over circuits. Happy stopped as Tig started getting disgusted. He was beginning to think it was going to be a full tear apart.

Grinning Happy pulled out a small panel with a computer chip and a fuse attached. "The chip is fried, and the fuse is too." Shaking his head he gave Tig a knowing look. "Clays not gonna be happy this is going to cost a shit ton of wergild." Continuing to check the panel he looked up at Tig with a feral grin, "the sooner we get his done the faster we make blaze brother."

"Yeah, love that place!" Well known for top of the line women the Sons always got first pick of the best. "Let's check the hull for damages." They both did a close check and found several stabilizers had taken hits. "Add those to your list and let's get going. We got maybe two hours at most till the shop closes."

They headed out towards town. Neither one were in the mood for idle talk, each lost in their own thoughts. The shop they needed to get to was on the surface. Iberia had a harsh climate, during the day it could reach over 100 degrees, only small pockets of the planet were inhabitable. At night it became brutally cold, any living person or animal lived below ground, or remained inside buildings that could withstand the harsh conditions.

"Alex," looking sideways at his brother he was shocked Hap had used his real name. This must be important. "I'm worried about you brother."

"Shit, not you too," looking away he tried to hide his discomfort. 'Had he been that easy to read lately?'

"I never really said this after all the years we've been together, maybe it's time." They kept walking towards the stairs leading to the surface. "I'm glad I have you, have family."

Stopping, Tig turned Hap towards him looking him in the eyes. It was unusual at best for Happy to show emotion. Seeing his eyes full of pain he held back a sarcastic joke realizing this was hard for them both. "You're my brother, my family and I'd die to protect you. I'm glad we found each other." Holding his head in both hands he pulled him closely touching foreheads. They stood like that for a few seconds. Tig felt a sense of responsibility for Happy. He was the older brother by a couple of years and took it very seriously.

Pulling back Hap gave him a serious stare, "I know what you've been planning. Your thoughts flow so easy into my head the more we are around each other."

"Fuck me sideways. Hap, can't you stop that shit?" Running his hand through his hair he turned away frustrated. Happy had a triple threat of powers making him very unusual. The first two were uncommon but not unheard of. He was an empath and telepathic. Most species with this ability had to touch someone to read them. Not Hap, his people were blessed or cursed depending on your viewpoint with the uncanny talent of reading minds from a comfortable distance. His third talent came from his father's people, only a few of his kind carried the gene. He was able to teleport short distances.

"I've tried. You think I want you're fucked up shit in my head?" Hap shuddered, "the way you think about women, and how you want to fuck them. Jesus Tig, I get nightmares."

"Ha ha asshole, you are my brother. No way you're any different than me you probably get off on that shit." Turning to leave Hap reached out and stopped him.

"I know you're thinking of going back Tig. Of destroying him," Hap kept his grip on Tig not letting him pull away, "its suicide, and I won't let you do it."

"You need to stay the fuck outta my head." Pushing Happy off of him he ran up the stairs forcing Happy to keep up. Angry with Happy for reading him he was embarrassed to be caught thinking the unthinkable. Concentrating on the business at hand he shoved that thought back for another time.

Heat beat down on him stealing his breath away momentarily when they reached the surface. Reaching into his flight suit he pulled out his sunglasses and scanned the busy market. Noting Happy was mimicking his movements he smiled. Sometimes they acted like twins. Sharing the same scary ass mother her traits ran strong in both of them.

Leading the way through the market he carefully avoided sub species who would rob you blind before you knew what hit you. A small boy sat huddled in a ball next to a wall. His dirty face streaked in tears his dark black eyes distrustful as he watched Tig. Remembering his childhood he stopped and knelt at the child's eye level.

Reaching into his suit he pulled out a large wad of money and handed it to the child careful not to touch him. Being a telepath he would get images and thoughts from the child making it even harder to walk away. Speaking in the universal language he smiled at the boy. "Find food, go someplace safe." It broke his heart to have to walk away from him. How many countless orphans had he had to leave behind unable to commit to helping them because of who he was and what he did. The little boy looked around fearfully giving Tig a small smile and took off running. Shaking his head he stood and walked on.

"You can't save them all Tig." Happy looked at him shaking his head. "I know how you feel, makes me sick feeling what you do."

"I know their life Hap. Someday I will be able to do something about it." He turned and kept walking trying to hide his pain from Hap.

Seeing the parts shop ahead he stood outside and pulled a smoke out. "I will keep watch. You go grab what we need." Happy walked in quietly just nodding as he past Tig. His stomach always hurt after he walked away from those orphans. It was time to figure out how to help them beside throw money at them that might help them for a couple of months.

He remembered how it felt not eating for days. Surviving on dirty water and trash from restaurants thrown into the compactors his stomach clenched in memory of being sick constantly from the filth. Spitting he tried to shut down his mind, but the doors had been opened.

Looking off into the distant mountain range he saw with crystalline clarity the day he had found the Huscarl beaten and bleeding to death in the gutter of an alley in the large city of Perfecta on the planet Junonia. Just a teenager scraping to survive in the streets he'd somehow managed to hold on to his humanity. The man was hurt badly and had offered Tig his wallet and told him to leave him to die. Something inside of him had told him to help the man. Managing to drag him back to his hiding place he had nursed him, using the money to buy clean water, medicine and food until he had healed. Trying to talk to him the man had never spoken back to him so Tig had given up wondering if he didn't speak the universal tongue.

In the middle of the night while Tig had been out foraging he had come back and the man was gone.

This had all happened before he'd grown into his 'powers'. Alone, scared and starving his telepathic ability had hit him. At first he thought he was going crazy. Hearing voices, seeing visions that made no sense to him was frightening. Often after this happened he would be stricken with headaches and nosebleeds. He began to realize that it happened when he touched someone. Being careful he tested his powers in small bits, learning how to block others when they touched him.

Soon after he began mastering the telepathic ability he began using it to survive. Getting involved in high risk illegal activities he had been in and out of the Han's jails. Eventually his reputation was earning him higher paying jobs and he had gotten involved in the wrong crowd. He wasn't hungry, had a place to live yet with his powers had come a danger he hadn't learned how to temper.

Now he never touched anyone or let anyone touch him. Occasionally he met others, like Happy who shared the ability. That was even more frustrating at first, yet with age had come experience and acceptance.

Happy bumped him, startling him out of his daydreaming. "Let's go asshole."

Looking at his brother Tig felt his empathy and it burned his ass, he didn't want Happy to know how badly he hurt, how bad his life had been. "Don't look at me like that."

"I know why you help those kids. Why you helped me. You don't have to hide it Tig, it makes you a stronger man." Hap slapped him on the back and walked away heading for the docking bay.

Following him back to the Slepner they fixed the panel in the cockpit first, and then replaced the fuses in the engine room. Tig went back to the cockpit and started her up. Hitting his com he checked with Hap on his end. "She sounds perfect, how is it at your end?"

"Good to go." Happy replied in his gravelly voice. "You go ahead. I am already outside fixing the stabilizers they are easy shit."

He wasn't going to argue wanting off the ship, "If you're sure."

"Go asshole, just save Tink for me." Giving a loud short laugh he walked out of the cockpit towards the ramp. At the bottom he heard a loud commotion in the far side of the bay and stopped short swearing under his breath.

"Hap. Are you seeing what I am?" Walking over to his brother they stood shoulder to shoulder watching a large Vanagarian cruiser unload a group of Replicants, several Huscarls and a Han. His insides turned to ice, this was bad news. They never came to this god forsaken rock unless they had a target in sight. 'Are they after us?'

"No, they are looking for something else." Smiling he looked at Tig.

"I didn't say that out loud fucker, knock it off." Tig smacked him upside the head.

"Quit talking so loudly in your head then." Giving Tig a growl he looked back over at the Han ship.

"Teach me how to block you." Watching the troop's line up Tig changed the subject. "Probably should let Clay know."

As if on cue Clay came through the other channel. "We have made our connection and it has gone smoothly. I'm hearing some disturbing news about a Han cruiser landing?"

"Rumors are true. We are watching them unload as we speak." Tig confirmed.

"How are repairs going?" Clay sounded concerned and rightfully so. The Sons were highly sought after by the Han, but no one knew who they really were. However many of them were wanted individually. He was high on that list with a bounty on his head for several reasons.

"I am working on the stabilizers right now and should be done in a couple of hours. The ship is ready otherwise." Hap filled in Clay. "I think they are after someone else, don't seem interested in us."

"Alright, let's meet up at Blaze and get some serious R and R. We can mingle with the locals and see what they are up too." Sighing heavily Clay clicked off the com link.

Pocketing his com link Tig couldn't help fucking with Hap. "I'll get Tink warmed up for ya," laughing loudly he winked at Hap.

"I am gonna pass on blaze. I think someone should be around to keep an eye on the Han." Hap gave Tig a sly grin. "I'll know exactly what you to did, and then enjoy it that way."

"Fuck, that's not right." Shaking his head he seriously wondered if he would really do that. "Seriously, how do I block you?"

"We will work on it later Bro." Hap started working on the stabilizer a sly grin on his face.

"Man, I will stay. It's not fair to leave you here." Grabbing a wrench he handed it to Hap.

"No, you go. You stayed back last time with Chibs." Hap gave him a look of don't argue. Tig shrugged his shoulders and walked away.

"A 'right. See ya later." Heading out towards the town he figured he had maybe a half hour before the shops closed up on the surface. He had a small personal shopping list to fill.

Walking quickly he kept scanning for the Han and his minions. So far it had been quiet, too quiet. Heading to the little smoke shop he went to he rounded a corner and stopped. Spotting one of the Huscarls talking to the shop keeper he watched.

Studying the Huscarl Tig knew he was a Varanagian, 'just like Clay.' Standing several inches taller than Tig's 6'2" he had white blond hair. It was worn long and loose with two braids on each temple, a common style known for that race. Wearing reflective sunglasses he protected sunlight sensitive eyes. The species was known for their excellent night vision but struggled in bright sunlight.

Heavily muscled the Huscarl held the little shop keeper off the ground by his long scrawny neck. A sub species that Tig didn't recognize it was small and gray, with little black wings and a long slinky nose. 'Goddamm gross little fucker.' It was obvious the little shop keeper was spilling his guts, whoever the Han's were after he was giving out information.

In a brief moment of understanding for the shopkeeper he thought about killing the lone Huscarl but couldn't risk the exposure. A few years ago he had been the one in need of rescuing from a Huscarl. Being on the run from the Legion for theft among other things he was wounded trying to escape after being cornered in an alley. All Tig could remember from that incident was a large man taking out all the Replicants and killing the Huscarl.

Waking up in a strange room on some space station he had gotten a second chance in life. At first he didn't know the real identity of the woman who had cared for him, saving him. Only knowing her as Gemma she wouldn't tell him where he was or how he'd gotten there. Although it was strange he felt as though she was helping him, and he began trusting her slowly.

As he gained his strength she had told him more about where he was and how he had been brought there. Evidently the Reaper had saved him. Knowing only rumors of a man who helped people in need, usually on the run from the Han, he hadn't believed in that bullshit.

Snorting to himself in amusement he knew know he was real. The 'Reaper' was Clay. Having recognized Tig as the kid who had saved him Clay had brought him home hoping to save him. Gemma, his wife had personally nursed him, keeping him a secret in case the Han made a visit to Clay's legit shipping business.

Keeping Clay's alter ego a secret from Tig he had offered him a job in his shipping business. Taking his new chance to heart he had gone to flight school on his time off and learned to fly all the different space crafts out there. Soon after he had begun flying the cruisers for the shipping company, all the while he was figuring out who Clay really was.

Quickly becoming Clays best pilot he had followed him on one of his covert missions forcing Clay's hand into letting him join the Son's and serve the 'Reaper'. Having a natural disposition for handling the pressures of working as a smuggler from his previous life on the streets it had been hard for Clay to turn him away. So as time had gone on he despite an age difference, had become Clays close friend and his right hand man in a matter of a few short years.

Their crew was a strange mixture of many races and cultures, each bringing their own lethal combination of abilities and each owing their lives to Clay in one way or another. Together they stood up to the Legion, and did their best to help out anyone in need by smuggling in food, water and medical supplies as they shipped their legal loads. The shipping company was their front, a way to keep the Han Legion off them.

Running his hand through his hair Tig shook himself back into the present. The Huscarl was finished with the shop keeper, slamming him harshly into the wall. 'Yeah you're the big man here aren't you?'

Waiting a few moments he walked across the street to the shop. Hurrying, he felt the cold bite of the wind. The temperature was dropping quickly as the sun was setting. Twin moons were rising on the opposite sides of the Iberian sky.

Entering the shop silently, he took off his sunglasses and let his eyes adjust. Working his way towards the back he found the shop keeper hovering about four feet off the ground watching Tig approach. The smells of the tobacco in the shop smelled amazing. Taking a deep breath he savored the aroma letting his body relax.

"Me is Olo. What can Olo get for you?" Speaking in a lilting sing son voice Tig had to struggle not to laugh at the gross little fucker. It had just hit him funny.

"You have any Illyrian weed?" Watching as the funny creature's wings fluttered faster it sped across the little shop to a wall grabbing a canister from the top shelf.

Buzzing back to the counter in front of Tig he sat the box down on the counter. "Me don't get much call for this. Good good it is. Very old." Olo pulled out a sealed bag of dried green leaves. "How much Olo give you?"

"How much for the whole bag," it was hard to find, this would last him for quite a while.

"Oh Olo not sure you you can afford all of it." He shook his long snout and his long eyelashes fluttered at Tig. "Fifty wergild."

Snorting amused by the little creature he haggled, "You little scammer, that bag isn't worth more than twenty five wergild and you know it." Taking his time he lifted the bag and sniffed it. The weed was definitely pure, not doubt about it. "Let's make a deal, you tell me what the Huscarl wanted and I'll give you seventy five wergild for the bag, and the information."

Olo's wings increased in speed as his snout curled, hovering as he moved up and down thinking about the deal. "Okay, okay, Olo tell you you. Mean Legion man was was asking me me about a woman smuggler. Where to find her he wanted to know know."

"What did you tell him?" Tig watched as the creature packed Tig's purchase in a sealed tin then into a box. Tig picked it up and stuffed it into his coat pocket.

"Say say nothing Olo did. No no nothing about her Olo does." He shook his head sideways, not looking Tig in the face.

"You're lying you piece of shit with wings, no better than pond scum." Reaching out he quickly grabbed the flying creature by the grimy shirt it wore pulling it towards him. With a simple touch on its head he scanned Olo's thoughts. The little fucker had told the Huscarl everything he had known, which luckily wasn't much. The worst of the damage had been the name of the Varanagian cruiser she piloted. "You're a disgusting little worm. I hope you rot in whatever hell you flew out of."

Releasing the creature it flew backwards out of Tig's reach. "Kill kill Olo don't. Afraid me me was. My my shop he threatened." That much Tig knew was true.

"Here's thirty wergild." Slapping the money on the counter he turned and stalked out of the shop into the cold street. He wrapped his coat tightly around his body and headed towards the tunnels. In a few minutes you wouldn't be able to go out at all.

Lost in thought he walked towards Blaze on auto pilot. Scanning the tunnel and watching people he pinched his nose as a headache bloomed. 'Well that went okay. I scored some Illyrian weed and got the information about what the Huscarls are after." Every time he used his talent he paid. This time it would be short and sweet, the little guy had been easy to read. Sometimes it was harder to read the thoughts of others, as some people had a natural block or knew how to stop it. The price was always higher in that case. Horrendous headaches, nose bleeds and ear bleeds, even getting physically sick. It wasn't something he liked to do on a regular basis.

Snorting out of disgust he thought about how he had inherited the telepathic ability from his mother. Leona Lancaster, the queen of Terran. The bitch had cast him out at birth. Unfortunate for him his life had begun from an affair with King Thorin Traggarson from the ruling house of the Han. A Prince from two worlds, his life had been anything but easy. 'A lot of good that has done me,' neither parent would claim him, both denying his existence.

After hiding her pregnancy from her family she had given birth to him on a forgotten little world in the middle of nowhere. Leaving him with an orphanage she had never looked back. As a child he had hungered for a family, yet no one would adopt the child with the pale ice blue eyes and dark hair. His Terran heritage was obvious, making him undesirable. No one wanted a child such as him on a planet full of pure Mollenians.

Even after Clay had taken him in he had felt lost and disconnected. Able to use his powers he had gone back to the Orphanage and gotten the truth out of the headmaster. Finding out who his mother was he'd traveled to Terran. Sneaking into the palace he had confronted his mother as she had been walking the royal gardens.

Cold and distant she had told him who is father was telling him that she rued the day he'd been consummated. Leona had bared her teeth at him as she gave Tig his father's name. Her words still rang in his head, 'you look just like that lying Han worm, go run to your father Thorin Traggerson.' Threatening to call the guard he had been forced to leave.

Resentful and confused he had gone back to smuggling with Clay, hiding the fact he'd seen his mother. Unsure of how he would find a way to see his father he waited, planning and working up the nerve to try.

Now he wished he hadn't. Remembering as if it was yesterday the sting of complete rejection and denial still made his face heat in embarrassment. Clay had found out somehow what he was up to and had tried to stop him. If he had one talent in life it was the ability to find a way to get what he wanted.

Buying an invitation for an audience with King Thorin he had risked being discovered for his many indiscretions with the Han Legion just to meet his father. Naïve and hopeful that he would be welcomed with open arms he had been bitterly disappointed once again. The man Tig bore an obvious resemblance to laughed in his face and ordered him out of his sight. 'Get out, and never come back or you will rot in a Han prison.'

On his way out he had been stopped by a guard and pulled into an office. The man waiting was obviously related to Tig. Introducing himself as Tig's Uncle, Ubbe Traggerson he explained that he was the Captain of the Han Legion. Smiling Ubbe had welcomed Tig telling him how he'd known about the affair and the subsequent child. It seemed Ubbe had tried to find him for many years. When he had left Tig had felt some semblance of acceptance.

Ubbe warned him that his father Thorin had a son. Lucien was Tig's half-brother, his half-sister was named Viol. They were Thorin's children from his longstanding marriage to his step mother Julianna. This meant that Tig was the oldest son, a direct heir to the throne who would be first born. To Thorin he was a direct threat to Lucien. Making Tig a target, his own father would want him dead. Hiding Tig till late that night Ubbe had gotten him out of Oslo and on his ship back to Teller-Morrow Shipping.

Returning to Clay and the Sons of Anarchy had been hard. Feeling lost and broken he wasn't sure how to keep going. Time and staying busy had slowly healed him. They were his family now.

Continuing on his way toward Blaze he scanned the tunnels. They were quiet tonight. Obviously the Han's appearance had people nervous. Not seeing any evidence of them in this section of the underground town he kept going.

His mind just wouldn't shut down tonight, memories of his past kept working their way in. The only good thing from meeting with his mother came from him touching her and quickly scanning her thoughts before shutting him out. Her thoughts had been simple. 'One son returned, where is the other?' He had felt something stir within her.

Figuring that she had used another orphanage Tig had snuck into the servant quarters and asked to meet with Leona's personal attendant. A quick touch as he asked about the second baby had confirmed his suspicions, and the location of the planet and city in which he'd been left. Traveling to the planet he'd discovered that Happy had run away long ago.

Giving up hope that he would ever find his brother, Tig had tried to forget and move on. As fate would have it they met on a rock in the outer banks buying parts for their ships. Meeting to trade parts that were not available in the hack shop a quick handshake had changed everything.

Their gifts had mingled. Tig had never felt anything like it. Looking closely at Happy he had seen his mother's eyes staring back at him. Taking a chance he had invited him to a local bar and they had discovered their connection. Tig had found his brother.

Happy was the result of their bitch of a mother Leona and Vestfold Rand. Rand was from a particular planet of a warrior based people, they carried the ability to teleport within a certain distance by manipulating the elements around him. He also had his Illyrian ability to read minds. With the same build as Tig he carried more of his father's looks with a skin tone a few shades darker than his and the same build as Tig. The only difference was his eyes.

Having a fierce temper, and the fighting nature of his father's people you tended not to fuck with Hap. When he snapped it was vicious and you didn't want to be on the other end of that mess.

Looking ahead he saw the pink neon sign that read Blaze. 'Damn I made it here fast. I need to get my shit together and quit daydreaming.' Not bothering to hide the smile on his face he walked through the doors removing his sunglasses adjusting to the dimly lit, smoky atmosphere. 'Finally I get some tits and ass.' Quickly scanning the room he saw an odd assortment of humanoids of different heritage, and several different species called 'off world'ers', they were intelligent and lived as the humans did. Every group had its own behaviors and cultures.

Stopping by the bar he got his own bottle of Aorixbic Fire. Taking a healthy swig of the fine whiskey he worked his way back to the large booth in the corner to sit with the boys. Feeling the familiar burn creep down into his stomach he finally got warm for the first time since the sun had gone down. 'Ahh, that's what I'm talkin' about.'

A group of blaze women slinked up to him. It was well known that the crew of the Slepner always paid well for the entertainment. Taking his time he checked out the pussy stampede. 'Fuck that!' he looked past the first woman, 'Don't even know what you are.' His eyes scanned the next girl, 'not bad but her tits are too small.' One of them reached out to touch him and he stepped back. "No touching."

Continuing down the line he stopped in front of what appeared to be human with a smoking hot body, but her eyes were completely black. Blinking she changed them to mimic his eyes. 'Too creepy, damn that's nasty.' He moved on to the next girl who had white hair she wore long and curly. 'Nice rack, fine ass and pretty green eyes. Here we go.' Reaching out he pulled her into the crook of his arm walking with her towards the table.

Lightly scanning her thoughts he searched for anything out of the ordinary. Snickering he smiled taking another swig of his bottle. 'Nothing up there but air, she is perfect.' "What's your name blondie?"

"Call me Devon," rubbing his chest as they walked he took another swig.

"Tig," sliding into to the booth with everyone else he was quiet, not really joining in on the conversation. After being pulled down memory lane his mood was shitty at best. 'Fuck my so called family. I got Hap, Clay and the boys.' Pulling Devon in for a short sloppy kiss his stomach turned at the contact. He pushed away from her, shook his head sliding her a wad of cash. "Get lost," he wasn't in the mood tonight.

Looking up he saw Clay watching him with a raised eyebrow. Making eye contact he shrugged as if it was no big deal. Blowing him off Tig took another long swallow of whiskey. He felt the familiar burn and buzz but it wasn't hitting him hard like it usually did. With a high tolerance to alcohol lately he knew it would take the whole bottle to put him under.

Hearing the thump of a large hand on the table he looked back at Clay. "Have fun tonight boys, but be ready to go in the morning. I want to get off this rock before we catch the Legions interest." Holding up his drink for a toast, "Here's to all my brothers." The table responded in kind, touching the drinks to the table then drinking.

Looking at Clay he shared the information from earlier in the shop. "I know who the Legion is after."

"Do tell," noticing Clay was slouched down low in his seat with hooded eyes he grinned. The girl that had been next to him had disappeared and his face was relaxed.

"Some female smuggler who has a Varanagian Cruiser named the Freya." Smiling when Clay grimaced he took another swig of his bottle.

"Your information solid," gripping his cigar a little tighter Clay clamped his mouth shut.

"I read the shop keeper, he couldn't hide it." Seeing everyone else enjoying their women and getting drunk he wanted to get the fuck out.

"Good to know. We leave in the morning, so I don't think we have much to worry about." Closing his eyes he laid his head back on the cushion.

Pushing out of the booth he wondered how Hap was doing with the rest of the repairs. 'I should just go help him, get wasted on the ship and pass the fuck out.' Hailing him on his com as he walked out into the tunnels he took a quick look around. It was still quiet.

His com lit up as Happy returned his message. Opening his com Haps disgruntled face looked back at him. "Talk to me," he looked as irritated as he sounded.

"How are the repairs coming," turning he headed down another alley leading back towards the loading bay they were in.

"Done, I'm ringing Clay though. The Legion is up to something. "Lifting his own bottle Tig smiled as Hap took a long swallow.

"A 'right, I am gonna do some snooping see if I can get more information." Passing by a few more of the local bars he stopped at one named Stormin Normins. He knew the owner who bar tended there.

Entering the bar, which was surprisingly quiet for this time of night he realized it was filled with mostly locals. A few groups of outlanders were scattered around the place quietly talking among themselves. Looking at the bar he recognized Normin and walked up to the bar sitting on a stool.

Walking over towards Tig he smiled when he realized who it was. "Trager, heard you boys were in town," he gave Tig a nod. "You're usual?"

"Yeah," he looked at him. "What the hell is goin on?"

"The Legion got everyone runnin' scared. No one knows for sure what they want." Setting Tigs shot down he turned and helped another customer. Returning quickly he continued giving Tig what he knew. "I heard they are looking for a female smuggler." Shrugging he grinned, "sure would like to meet her."

Noticing a group sitting in a booth across the empty dance floor he slanted his head in their direction. "Who's that? Never seen 'em before in here."

"Dunno, first time on Iberia I believe." Shrugging he looked over at the group of four. "Mentioned they were looking for a part."

Looking at the group he saw two large men who looked related, 'maybe father and son.' Two smaller women sat tucked neatly behind the men. Dropping a wad of cash on the counter he nodded at Normin. "Give me one more then I'm on the road." Slamming the shot he got up and walked to the head. 'I gotta piss like a racehorse.'

Finishing up he felt a buzz finally hitting him. Just getting drunk enough to start feeling sloppy. Not watching where he was going he walked out of the can turning the corner he felt someone else's body slam into his. They knocked heads hard enough for him to see stars as his vision waivered.

Grabbing the wall to keep from falling down he complained, "what the fuck." With watering eyes he finally focused on a figure on the floor. 'Shit, it's a girl.' On her knees she held both hands to her face rocking slightly.

"Gods! You're an idiot!" He heard her vicious remark come through her hands. She started reaching around on the floor continuing to yell at him. "Honestly, who is stupid enough to walk around the corner on the wrong side?" Seeing a pair of sunglasses lying up against the wall he leaned over to pick them before her. Their hands collided finding them at the same time. She reeled back away from him holding her hand out as she looked at the floor. "Give them to me."

Reluctant to end the game so soon he waited looking down at her. Her haughty voice and attitude made him want to strangle her. 'What a bitch'. Sarcastically he goaded her, "Maybe if you didn't wear sunglasses in a perfectly dark bar you wouldn't run into people, Princess." 'Who the hell did she think she was anyway?'

Standing up she used the wall for support and she rubbed her forehead keeping her eyes lowered. "I said give them to me."

Irked that she wouldn't even look at him he taunted her some more. "What you too good to look at me?"

"Noooo," using an annoying haughty tone she drove him nuts. "I just don't make it a habit to look at assholes like you."

"Is that so," giving a loud annoying laugh he taunted her some more. "What you afraid of Princess?"

"Definitely not you," Raising her head he froze. She was drop dead gorgeous. Staring at him with her head pulled back into a pony tail her face was completely exposed. She was a human, with a heart shaped face and lovely features. It was her eyes that caught him off guard. Mesmerizing him with a beautiful violet color that had swirls of dark purples and blues moving within them, her black pupils were surrounded by a ring of a deep golden brown color. Never had he seen such a beautiful woman. Her snarl full of beautiful white straight teeth snapped, pulling him out of the trance she put him under. "Move asshole." Pushing hard at his shoulder she tried to shove him away so she could keep going down the long hallway.

Holding his ground he returned her snarl with a large smile and a wink. "You're little snarl isn't going to intimidate me Princess. Where I come from we have manners and apologize when we run into someone." Getting a kick out of teasing her he waited for her reaction. Knowing that he really was the one at fault he was enjoying getting a reaction out of her. In his head he'd given her the nickname of Princess, calling her that several times already. He loved the way she carried herself all attitude and swagger, filling out her black flight suite with a style and grace he appreciated. She was a firecracker.

With a snarky reply she didn't disappoint him. "Just give me my sunglasses and let me pass 'fly boy.' Laughing out loud coarsely at her nickname for him he watched her with a silly grin plastered on his face. Enjoying the game he was intrigued. 'This is the most fun I've had in a long time.'

Realizing she was blatantly checking him out as well, he let her get her fill he as tucked his thumbs into his pockets and stood nonchalantly. Enjoying the fact she had given him a good long look he baited her again. "Like what you see Princess?" Flashing a warm grin at her he watched her lovely face, totally transfixed.

"Hardly, I don't associate with the likes of you," raising her head she looked him straight in the eye. "And you don't intimidate me with your glowering attitude 'fly boy'." Stepping backwards she turned flipping her hair walking casually away as her hips swayed. Looking back over her shoulder she gave him a cold smile. "Screw it, I don't need them anyway." Flipping him off her laughter echoed back to him.

He stood holding her sunglasses watching her saunter away. Finally snapping out of it he yelled at her retreating back. "Well Shit! Excuse me!" Enjoying the view of her ass from behind Tig slid the glasses into his pocket. 'Guess I will have to return these later.' He had a sneaking feeling this wouldn't be the last time they would meet.

Deciding he needed another shot he walked over to the bar and motioned for Normin to give him another. Tipping it back he saw her sit at the table with the two large males. 'So she was at that table.' The oldest one shot Tig a dark look, but she grabbed his sleeve and said something to him. He glowered back at Tig, but followed her lead as she got up and left the bar.

A loud beep let Tig know his com link was going off. Opening it he saw Juices face as he answered with his usual sarcastic comment. "Talk to me."

Juice flashed a quick grin at Tig. "Clay has called Church in twenty. Get your ass back to the Slepner."

"A 'right," flipping it closed he headed out of the bar into the tunnels. Looking for signs of the 'Princess' and the group she was with he realized they were long gone.

Tig wound his way back to the Slepner carefully. There were Replicants and Huscarls roaming the tunnels, stopping people and harassing them for information. He kept to the shadows and got the hell outta' dodge.

Heading into the docking bay he saw Bobby standing guard at the base of the ramp waiting for Tig. "Get your ass in gear Trager. We want our ship tight."

"Yes Mom." He and Bobby had a very playful love hate relationship.

Hot on Tigs heels Bobby stopped and grabbed Tigs shirt pulling him back as Tig turned towards his room to freshen up. "Uh uh, Clay said to drag your ass directly to Chapel."

"A 'right, A 'right," whining he turned and walked next to Bobby on their way to the Chapel. 'I want to go back out there and find her.' Distracted and intrigued he was determined to make sure he found out who she was. For some reason he wanted to know her story, why he'd seen the pain in those swirling violet eyes. Feeling her attitude was a cover up for something much deeper. Admiring her spunk he wanted to know more. For the first time in a while he had a challenge. It was like the sun had drawn him out of a deep dark void.

Entering 'church' he settled into his usual chair to the right of Clay. Sitting back he ignored the looks from everyone about him being late. Getting his inner hard ass on he settled in to hear what the fucking emergency was this time.

"'Bout time Tig," Clay called him out pissing him off.

"When I left you earlier at Blaze you were getting a hummer like no other." Giving Clay a smile with no warmth he continued. "I take a little time to myself and it's like a fuckin' tragedy." Giving a small shrug and a shake of his head he looked away fighting not to get up and walk out.

"Och, easy Tiggy. Just worried aboot ya is all." Chibs gave him a quelling look that fueled his fire even more.

"I want to leave tonight. Something feels off with the Han in a place they never show up in." No leaving the ship," looking directly at Tig he waived his finger. Rolling his eyes he looked at the wall monitor flashing images of out worlds that Juice had taken with his camera. He liked them, though he'd never admit that to Juice. "We are waiting for clearance from the docking station to leave." Pausing Clay looked at Tig, "if things go south fast we won't wait, we will blast our asses out of here so I need you sober."

"Ya," Shrugging his shoulders he gave a non-committal smirk. "A 'right." It didn't set right that Clay had singled him out yet again.

"Uh Clay, we are being hailed by the Cruiser Freya." Tig looked sharply at Clay as he recognized the name of the ship the Han were looking for.

"Bring them over the speaker." Nodding Clays face hardened. A beep, then static filled the room. "This is the Slepner."

"This is Saline," 'shit, I know that voice.' Tig couldn't hide his grin as he remembered their chance meeting. Clay shot him a strange look as she continued, "Captain of the Freya. I am in need of a part which the ship yard is out of currently. I was hoping you might carry a spare, that you would be willing to sell me."

"How did you know we were in port?" Clay gave Tig another strange look. 'Her name is Saline.'

"The ship yard keeper said you had been in for parts earlier and that you might be willing to work something out." Using her distinctly clipped speech he could tell she was getting anxious for the answer.

Looking at Happy Clay raised his eyebrows as he answered her. "What part you need?"

"A gen2 fuse." Hearing the relief in her voice let him know she was nervous.

Pointing at Happy Clay made the money symbol.

Shaking his head yes Happy told him, "twenty wergild".

"Twenty wergild Saline, and you need to come right now. We leave as soon as we get port clearance." Leaning back in his chair he waited for her to acknowledge the deal.

Seconds later he smiled when she agreed, "thank you, on my way." Sitting back he looked at the ceiling, rubbing the bridge of his nose. Secretly pleased he'd see her again. Looked like he'd get to return the Princess's sunglasses and get a few more jabs in. First time he'd looked forward to something in what seemed like an eternity.

"Tig you're on the bridge in case we need to get out in hurry." Clay looked at Jax and Happy, "I want you outside 'working' on the ship keeping an eye on shit."

Not wanting to miss seeing her he interjected Clay, "Hey, let Jax take the wheel on this one. He needs the experience, I can bust ass to get up there an help him if needed. I need to stretch my legs."

As Clay gave Tig another stare Happy piped up. "He does need the experience Clay. If anything ever happened to Tig we need someone else to run this ship." Happy looked at him with a sly grin and winked. 'Fuckers in my head again,' he raised his eyebrow at Happy.

Nodding Clay agreed reluctantly, "fuck it. Go ahead."

Chapter 3: Tuhoa

Pacing the Captains room of the Freya she was sick of discussing her next move. Malcom and Solace vehemently disagreed on how she should proceed on getting the part from the Slepner. Knowing that the ship was under close scrutiny from the Han they needed to get the ship in running order to leave when they lifted the docking hold.

Earlier the Han had boarded the ship when they had been in Blaze. It had been blind luck that she and her sister had not been on board. They would be arrested and taken on sight. Their illegal cargo had been unloaded a day before so the Han hadn't found anything leaving as quickly as they had appeared.

Narrowly escaping the Han fifteen years ago with her sister Lyssa, Malcom and Solace Sable had devised a way to help her people. Using Freya the ship she had used to escape, when the Han had killed her parents for the Thoradium ore, she had been running rescue missions to her planet. Her goal was to save as many enslaved people as she could manage by transporting them on the Freya. Several out land settlements had been established on small out of the way planets.

Sven the man she hated beyond words searched for her always. Since that horrible day she had become an enemy of the Han Legion.

Malcom's deep voice broke Sable's thoughts. "You will not go without Solace or I. You will be protected. That is not negotiable."

"I will take you." Solace gave her a sly grin trying to lighten the moment. "But you know father is right. With Sven here it makes things very difficult."

Agreeing she thought on the fly. "Okay, you and I. I want Lyssa with you Malcom off ship, just in case they decide to come back. I know you will protect her whether she wants it or not." Looking directly at Lyssa laughing as her younger sibling flipped her off she knew Lyssa had a temper making her very hard to handle. Malcom had always said she was too much like her father.

"You're not the boss of me Sis. I do what I want. I want to come with you, this rock is boring." She twirled her hair, "You know I will just follow you after I lose Malcom." Flipping her long blond hair back she flashed swirling hazel eyes at Malcom with a laugh.

Smiling Malcom leaned back and crossed his arms over his massive chest, "you remember how that worked out last time."

Pleading with her, "Lyssa, please do as I am asking." If anything were to happen to her sister she would be devastated. "We are in a precarious position here. You know the threat Sven poses to us both." Giving her a serious look, "besides I will need you to get the part in and the Freya reading to fly as soon as we get that part."

"Okay, since you asked so sweetly," inside she cringed knowing Lyssa was up to something that had been way too easy.

Punching a number into a panel on the wall a hidden compartment opened, revealing a wall of weaponry. Smiling Sable reached in and grabbed several knives, a saber and a gun. She began sticking them into parts of her flight suit. She smiled as Solace joined her arming himself as well.

With an urgency that scared her Malcom pulled Solace aside. "If anything goes wrong on either end we meet at the underground haven." Giving his son a quick embrace he held his head, "be careful and guard our Sable well." Looking at them both he released an embarrassed Solace, "I have a remote self-destruct on the ship I will activate if we are overrun. I am taking Lyssa with me and mixing with the locals until you radio me that you have the part and are on your way back." Pausing he nodded at them, "I don't want to be stuck on the Freya if they return."

"May Thorin be with us both." Solace gave his father a quick hug and shot a look at Lyssa. "Behave brat."

"Sable, be careful with your identity. Use your cover name. We know nothing about the crew of the Slepner. They may be Han supporters." Getting nervous over how Malcom was acting he continued, "Get the part and get out." Knots formed in her stomach.

Trying to blow off her insecurity she assured Malcom. "Don't worry. I don't want to be in the clutches of Sven."

Grabbing another set of sunglasses off a shelf she closed the vault of weapons. Nodding at Solace they headed out of the room, towards the docking ramp. Looking at her as he put his glasses on Solace gave her a nod, "game time."

Crossing from one bay through a short tunnel into the other they stayed to the shadows as much as possible. At one point a small group of Replicants and a Huscarl stalked by as they crouched down behind some pallets stacked high with goods. Once it was safe the waited in a shadow along a wall, watching the Slepner for a short time. No sense walking into a trap.

The Slepner was open with her ramp extended as a man worked on the hull of the ship. Approaching him carefully Solace took the lead and motioned for sable to be quiet. We are from the Freya. I believe you have a part for us?"

A very tan, bald headed man turned facing them. He had ice blue eyes, and watched them intently. Making eye contact with her she felt the sweep of someone 'reading' her. Putting up her blocks, she immediately felt a deep stabbing pain rain from the top of her head down her spine as her body reacted to the mental bombardment. Biting her lip she kept her composure not showing him how badly it had hurt.

Giving her a warm smile and a nod he acted as though nothing had happened, but she noticed he wiped a trickle of blood from his nose quickly. "Saline," reaching out they shook hands loosely, neither one flexing their powers. "My name is Happy."

"This is Solace," she nodded at him as Happy reached out to shake his hand as well. "You can appreciate we are on a time schedule, her is the twenty wergild," flashing the money. "Can we get the part and get going?"

"Follow me I will take you to Clay, he has the part. And he wants to meet you." Turning abruptly he led them up the ramp to the inside of the ship. She thought she saw the dark shadow of a man step sideways into a doorway but she couldn't be sure.

Looking at Solace for a lead as to what to do he smiled at her shaking his head yes. Curiosity won over her doubts, "How old is she?" Running her hand along the sleek wall the interior was warm and inviting with carpeted halls and well-lit corridors. A far cry from her old and tired Freya, whose walls were steel and the lights were a dingy yellow.

Walking towards what she thought was the middle of the ship Happy stopped at a curious wall. "She is about five years old. Built special order for Teller-Morrow shipping company, her name is the Slepner." Looking closely at the carving built into the wall he hit a series of numbers on a hidden key pad.

Stepping back warily she watched the door open into a large Captains room. It was large enough to hold an oval table, chairs arranged around it. Banks of computers were on a wall opposite of a small complete kitchen. On the far wall a large Television hung surrounded by a couch and several chairs. Carpeted and painted in warm inviting colors, 'hard to feel like you're in a space ship with a set up like this. The table had a large circle with an A inside of it. 'Holy shit, it looks just like that assholes belt buckle from the bar last night.'

"Welcome to the Slepner a deep rich voice broke into Sables thoughts. She turned to find a large man, with short cropped white blond hair. He wore sunglasses much like her own also dressed in an all black flight suit. Despite his advanced age he filled it out impressively. "I'm Clay." Extending his hand out to Solace they shook.

If she was a betting girl she'd have bet her last wergild that he was a Varanagian.

Looking at Solace she was ready to bolt. They all worked for the Han, this was a trap. Turning he gave her a soft smile, "you must be Saline." Reaching out to his extended hand she swept him looking for a sign that he was working for the Han. Someone was running interference, jumbling her read.

Looking over at Happy he gave her a smile and waggled his eyebrow at her. Shrugging she brushed it off. Clay walked by her and sat down at the table. "Why don't you have a seat?"

As soon as he moved she stood transfixed as she saw him walk into the room like he owned the place. In an all black flight suit like hers loaded with weapons. He never looked at her as he shook hands with Solace, "Tig."

In the bright lights of the room she finally got a good look at the idiot from last night. His dark hair was slightly curly just a bit longer so that it flipped at the ends around his ears and his neck, side burns framed his face. Dark velvety lashes surrounded the bluest eyes she'd ever seen. His face was hard angels, softened only by a five o'clock shadow and a small patch of hair beneath his lower lip. With a strong jaw line and cheek bones he held the looks of the Han, but his eyes said differently. She guessed him in his late thirties. He was in excellent shape, standing about 3 inches taller than her 5'11" muscular yet on the lean side. He wore his weapons in a way that told her he knew how to use them. 'Damn it Sable, quit staring.' Now wasn't the time to get googly eyed over a man she didn't like.

Watching Solace return the handshake she swept her powers over the room again trying to get anything from anyone. Again it was like hitting a brick wall. An instant headache bloomed in the base of her skull. "Solace," he motioned towards her, "Saline."

Turning towards her with a smirk he bowed formally, "Princess." Seeing Solace instantly react she stepped in between them touching his arm to communicate to him it was okay.

Feeling the heat creep up her neck she returned his sarcastic greeting, "Fly boy." Her back went ramrod straight when he flashed a wide grin.

Catching on quickly Clay intervened, "I'm guessing you two have met." Neither she nor he answered Clay as they sat on opposite sides of the table.

"If you can call running into each other meeting than I'd say yes, we've met." Giving her haughtiest voice in clipped annunciation she held her chin up and refused to make eye contact with the infuriating man.

Looking at Tig he shook his head, "Do I want to know?"

Watching his reaction and answer out of the corner of her eye she actually got angry at how he played it down. Shrugging a bit he made a funny little face, "Nah, you don't." 'OOOhhhh, the nerve of him,' it took everything she had not to say something.

"Can we just get our part? We really need to get going." Reading her reaction Solace stepped up and got the meeting on track.

Clay reached into his flight suit and pulled out the little fuse. Sliding it towards Sable, "I think this is the part you were looking for?"

Reaching out she grabbed the part as it slid across the table to her. Taking a quick peek she knew it was the right part. "Yes, this is the correct fuse." Pulling the twenty wergild out she left it on the table and stood up ready to leave. "Your payment," sliding it towards Clay she pushed her chair back and turned to leave. "Thank you."

Holding up his hands Clay shook his head stopping her, "Hold on we need to talk."

"And we can't stay." Still walking towards the door she looked Tig in the eyes and gave him a wink. That ought to keep him guessing. The look on his face was priceless.

"Saline, I know the Han want you dead. You are the reason they are here." Clay's harsh voice stopped Sable in her tracks. "We can help."

Turning she hid the cold chills that were skittering up her back at the mention of the Han. Keeping her cool she turned slowly, "We don't need your help. Now that we have the part we will be on our way."

"Saline, how do you think you will leave? The Han are toying with you, waiting for the word that you are back on that ship. Evidently your smuggling has garnered enough attention that you've pissed them off." Giving a soft laugh he took a puff of his cigar. "I'd like to hear that story, it seems like you have a major set of kahunas if you are this calm about the Legion bein' up your ass."

"We have dealt with this before." Looking at Solace she saw the indecision on his face. "Let's go."

Heading towards the door again, a voice came over the telecom. "Uh Clay, something bad is happening in docking bay 1. I'm feeding it into the control room."

Looking at Solace knowing the Freya was in bay 1, her heart was in her throat. The Freya was all she had. A home, her lively hood, her life, "We are on board the Freya." Static crackled with the unfamiliar voice. Giving a small squeak she covered her mouth with both hands as she bit her lip to keep quiet.

"Are the targets on board?" Her blood froze as she heard the familiar voice of Sven. Never would she not recognize it, it was burned into her mind forever.

"No sir, only a skeleton crew is aboard." The voice came through garbled but understandable.

"Get the information out of the crew in any means necessary. I want them brought to me or I will have your head on a platter." Sven's irritation came through loud and clear.

Sable felt gentle hands touch her on her shoulders from behind. "Malcom and Lyssa are safe," Solace whispered for only her to hear. "Remember they are hidden in the tunnels." Feeling the eyes of everyone in the room on her she tried to remain calm.

The static over the com became a roar. People yelling came through faintly above the din. "Juice, what the hell was that?"

"The Freya," his voice waivered, "uh, I think it just exploded."

"Tig, get your ass on the bridge and get us out of here. Now!" Watching in detached shock she saw him look at her, hesitate then take off at a lope to the door, then running when he got into the hallway.

Standing swaying she couldn't wrap her head around the fact that her ship was gone.

Gone.

No more smuggling people off Tharacia and the mining camps.

No home.

Lyssa? Malcom? Were they okay?

Snapping out of her shock she wanted off this ship. "Wait," walking towards Clay who was heading to the computers on the other side of the wall, "let us off first."

"No time. You just lost your only way off this rock. Let us help you out." Hearing Clay offer to help them again didn't faze her.

"No you don't understand. I can't leave. Not without…" Catching herself before she gave away Lyssa and Malcom she stopped mid-sentence.

"We have crew members in the underground tunnels that were not on the Freya. We will not leave them behind." Finishing her sentence he lightly grabbed her elbow to lead her out of the room.

"Look, the Han is gunning for you. I can only speculate on why, unless you care to tell us the truth. We can help you locate your crew members, then get you away from the Han." He stopped and looked at her for a minute. "I need the truth, and quickly if you're going to accept."

Stepping in front of Sable Solace held her chin making her look at him, "Saline, I think we should let them help us." Shaking her head no she tried to pull away from him. "We have no ship, no way of getting off this planet, away from the Han." Too upset to make a clear decision she shook her head yes at Solace. Dropping her head as she stared at the floor not trusting her voice she fought to gain her composure.

"Ships ready, just give me the word Clay." His voice came over the com, confident and cool.

"Hold on Tig," Clay responded softly. Looking sideways at him Sable hoped they were making the right decision. It was all happening so fast. "What's it gonna be?"

Solace stepped in front of Sable, "Short version. We smuggle slaves from a planet that the Han have targeted for its Thoradium. Plus we do a little free-lance work from time to time. The Legion doesn't appreciate us much."

Stepping around Solace she gathered her composure and continued. My sister Lyssa and Solace's father Malcom are in the tunnels hiding. We are supposed to meet them if there is trouble. I will pay you to help us get to them, and get us off this rock away from the Legion."

Looking at Happy Clay gave him a feral smile as he barked out orders. "Looks like things are gonna get dicey boys. I want you and Tig with me. Have Jax on the bridge ready to get us out of here if necessary. Load up for trouble. We meet five minutes at the hatch."

"On my way," hearing his voice she felt an odd tingle.

"Well Saline, let's go get your sister. I'm assuming you had a rendezvous point?" looking at Solace he waited for the answer.

Not to be pushed to the side she answered, "Yes, We will lead the way."

Clay rolled his cigar in his fingers he smiled at her, "sorry, you stay here. Don't need some woman slowing us down. Solace can show us the way."

Shaking with indignation Sable walked up to Clay not intimidated by his size or glower. Putting her finger on his chest Sable poked him as she made her point. "I assure you," poke. "That I can keep up," poke. "I can handle myself, and if I fall behind you can leave me." She was so angry that her heart was pounding.

Leaning towards her he growled, "Fine. Suit yourself." Holding her ground she never moved. "But if you fall behind or endanger my men I will leave you behind, or shoot you myself."

"Perfect," turning away from him she headed down the hallway to wait by the hatch. Standing quietly she checked her gun and switched it from stun to kill. Looking at Solace he grinned at her, and she smiled back. They were ready to go find their family.

Looking down the hallway she watched as Happy and Tig walked towards them. Moving with an eerie grace neither man made a sound as they approached. Hiding behind her sunglasses she assessed them freely. Happy seemed cool and confident, with a quiet strength, Tig was quiet, but you could feel the waves of excess energy rolling off him, he was coiled and ready for action.

Stopping short Tig realized she was standing against the wall, obviously geared up to go out on the mission. Looking at Clay he tipped his head in her direction, "Why is 'Princess ' coming along?" Still refusing to use Saline she was getting pissed.

"Don't ask," Ignoring the look of disbelief on Tig's face Sable let the burn of his scorn settle in her stomach waiting for Clay to open the hatch.

Adding his two cents even though Clay had already told him she was going Tig complained, "Well she doesn't belong out there. It's bound to get crazy. We don't need her slowing us down."

"Duly noted," Clay ground out. "Now shut up and let's head out."

Stopping in front of her he leaned down, "Stay out of my way 'Princess'."

Unable to hold back she felt childish as she shot back, "Ohhhh, stuff it 'fly boy.'" Shoving past him Sable joined the others as they headed into the underground tunnels. 'What a jerk'.

Sprinting quickly towards the tunnels Solace led the group. Signaling trouble they stopped hugging the wall behind a pallet stack as a large group of Replicants and a Huscarl marched by. Once it was clear they headed down the tunnel for the underground square full of shops, restaurants and a few scattered bars.

Reaching a dark alley they paused, "They should be inside the Blue Sky Café." Solace started to walk, "I will check it out."

Clays hand shot out and held Solace in place. "No Solace, wait. Hap? Do your thing and check it out. Make sure it's not a trap." Meeting Clay's eyes he smiled and nodded yes in response.

Just as quickly Happy faded from their group. "Where did he go? What the hell was that?" Solace looked around at Tig and Clay.

Knowing the answer Sable spoke up, "He is Bracian. I've heard of some of them being able to teleport short distances, but I've never seen it." Looking at Clay he nodded in her direction with a smirk on his face.

Watching the look on Clay's face she got the chills. "Bingo, your knowledge puts you in a precarious position. His race is hunted by the Han to be used and controlled. They are becoming as extinct as your race of Tharacians. You expose him and I will not hesitate to hunt you down and make you pay. Are we clear?"

Holding her ground she shot back in a quiet determined voice. "Crystal," knowing what it was like to be hunted she'd never give him up.

Just as quickly as Happy had disappeared he reappeared in the same spot. All eyes looked to him for a clue about what was going on in the small café. "Looks quiet and clear, a man who looks like you is with a blonde."

Nodding at Solace, "Go get them and bring them out, quickly and quietly."

Solace slipped out of the small alley they'd been waiting in and headed across the square towards the entrance.

Sable full of nervous energy shifted her feet. A strong arm snaked around her waist pulling her into a warm hard body. "Shh, easy. You should stay here with us, just in case." He held her, firmly but not harshly, his muscles flexing in his body making her skin tingle.

"Let me go," pushing against him Sable made it clear she wasn't happy.

"Uh uh princess. Not until I know you're not gonna go chasing after him and give us away." Using his free hand Tig pointed across the square towards another tunnel where a full squadron of Replicants and one of the Huscarls had just emerged. "Clay?"

"Yeah, I see them." Shaking his head he looked at Happy. "We need a distraction."

"I got this." Smiling Happy looked around the square. "Meet you back at the Slepner." In a blink he was gone.

"As soon as he catches their attention we go to them and get them out of the tunnels." Clay looked at her, "keep up."

Releasing Sable, Tig pulled his gun out. Clicking the safety off he waited looking at her. "Ready princess," winking he gave her a cocky smile.

"Don't ever touch me again." Giving him an icy stare her voice was cold and clipped. "I am not prone to hysterics or making rash decisions. I have done this countless times, all over the galaxy." 'What a typical macho reaction from a man'.

"Save this for later you two." Turning towards them he pointed his index finger into Tigs chest as she glared at her. "We don't have time to argue right now."

Flashing a snotty smile at Clay she flippantly replied, "Yes Sir!" 'Gods he reminds me of Malcom.'

Snorting at her comment as he shot Clay a quelling look Tig made it obvious he didn't like getting reprimanded. 'Well, that's interesting, he actually like my comment.' No sooner than that thought crossed her mind a load explosion rocked the square. The Legion soldiers immediately went towards the disturbance.

"Now," Clay headed out towards the café as Solace, Malcom and Lyssa shot out of the entrance towards the tunnel. Tig and Sable followed, keeping an eye on the Legion soldiers as they milled around the confusion and started to spread across the open square, obviously searching for anything out of the ordinary. The Huscarl spotted their group immediately. Firing their weapons Tig and Clay took him out as he fired towards Solace.

"Shit," Tig spat out, "we gotta move. Go!"

Everyone sprinted for the tunnel as the rest of the Legions soldiers realized what was happening. Laser shots flew by their heads as they made it into the opening. Hanging back, Sable pulled out two small explosives.

Running back towards her Sable heard Tig's annoying yell. "Let's go Princess, no time to catch your breath!" Skidding to a halt next to her she started setting the timers on the little bombs. 'Gods, I hate him calling me that. If he only knew.'

"Time to catch my breath?" tossing the explosives towards the entrance to the tunnels she gave a sarcastic laugh "better run 'fly boy'!" Taking off in a sprint she hoped like hell the time she'd set enough time for them to get clear.

Hearing his soft footfalls behind her as she ran full out Sable heard him give her more flack. "Woman, I hope you gave us some time to get clear."

"If you keep up we should…" a loud boom covered her voice as the explosives went off. Feeling the shock wave hit her she was thrown forward by Tig's body as it slammed into her. Barely getting her forearms in front of her body she hit her head hard onto the cement floor as the breath was knocked out of her.

Fighting to breathe she struggled to get out from under his heavy body. Unable to hear anything but a loud ringing noise she sucked in smoke and gritty air, coughing what air she managed to catch. She finally felt him moving as he rolled off her to the side. Managing to get to her knees she knew they had only bought a few precious minutes. They needed to get going. Sucking in dirty air she knew she was coughing but couldn't hear a damn thing.

Squinting in the dusty tunnel she felt around for a glow light, bending it around her wrist. Seeing Tig fighting to make it to his knees Sable reached out and grabbed his arm tugging at it as she stood up. "Tig, common! Gotta go Tig!" It dawned on her he probably couldn't hear either so she pulled harder as he wobbled up to his feet.

Turning as she kept a hold of his arm she tried to get the direction towards the docking bay. Catching a bit of light she pulled him forward stumbling over debris. Wobbling as she fought to breathe she felt his arm wrap around her waist. Tig kept her moving into the clearer air. Two large silhouettes stood in the light from the docking bay. Blinking furiously Tig urged her forward as her heart beat thumped in her head.

Stumbling again she felt the large arms of Malcom pull her into him as he lifted her up and ran with her. Reaching the ramp she fought to have him let her down, gaining her feet unsteadily she looked around behind Malcom searching for Tig. Clay had his arm wrapped under him as he supported his weight leading him towards the ramp.

Malcom's large hand touched her back gently prodding her up the ramp. Hearing a rumble of his deep voice she turned looking at him. Unable to hear him she watched his lips moving and stood watching him talk. Reaching out he used his thumb to wipe her face. Feeling the room tilt she fell into his arms her world going black.

Waking up on a warm metal slab she blinked trying to figure out where she was and what had happened. Surrounded by a metal cylinder with a window she began to panic feeling claustrophobic. Looking around her she found a green button and pressed it. Slowly the cylinder split open and she was able sit up. Swinging her legs over the edge she worked on getting her bearings.

It looked to be some sort of sick bay. Her cylinder was attached to a wall with what looked to be five more. The room was immaculate, stark white and held several small beds tucked off to one side. A wall held cabinets and several sinks, along with a variety of instruments. It was definitely one of the nicest sickbays she'd seen in a while.

Next to her a cylinder had several lights blinking and the monitors attached to the front were showing vitals. Curious she wondered who was in it. Testing her strength she stretched, expecting to be sore she was shocked when her body responded with no pain. Feeling rested and alert she looked down at her tattered dust covered clothes in wonder. 'The explosion, my charges went off to soon. Oh god that must be Tig next to me, please don't be hurt too badly.' Stunned at that random thought she stopped. 'What the hell Sable.'

Hoping down she stepped over to the other cylinder. Relaxed in sleep his face's normal harsh lines were softer. His dark hair was covered in soot and grime. Several scrapes and evidence of his ears and nose bleeding were evident with dried blood on his face. Knowing the blast had come to quickly he had covered her from behind taking the brunt of the explosion.

Reaching up she felt her face, covered in dried blood and small cuts as well. Running a hand through her hair she felt the soot and grime that coated it. Putting her hand on the glass above him she tried to get a read off of him. The cylinder was blocking her power bouncing back towards her giving Sable a small headache. 'Why am I so worried about him? He hates me.'

Unable to walk away she stood watching him sleep. It seemed he despised her, driving her crazy. How long had it been since someone hadn't cared who she was and treated her as a normal person. Refreshing and annoying all at the same time she realized arguing with him was the first time she had felt alive in a long time.

Thinking of his eyes that were a bright blue, they reminded her of Ciantar water diamonds. When she looked at him Tigs gaze always pulled her in. Having never met someone with his eyes and his dark hair she couldn't stop herself from looking at him. Shaking her head, 'stop it Sable,' rubbing her arms and then hugging her body she told herself. 'No time for fantasies, besides he is an ass. Walk away and forget him.' Pulling away from the cylinder she stuffed her hands into her pockets, sucking on her lower lip like she always did when she was lost in thought.

Looking at the monitors on the front of his tube she noticed his heartbeat was steady, and all the monitors were in the normal range. 'Good he will be okay,' relief settled in her gut.

"Och, you're awake then," jumping and turning around she squeaked a bit in surprise. Being so lost in her thoughts she'd not heard him come in. Looking down she watched him out of the corner of her eyes as was her habit with strangers when she wasn't wearing her sunglasses. "My name is Filip Telford, or Chibs," amusement resonated in his voice.

Chewing on her lower lip she debated on what to ask him first. "I have some questions." Purposefully trying to relax, she headed across the room and leaned against the counter next to the door. Still avoiding his gaze she looked at the floor.

"Shoot. I will answer if I can." Looking at her he waited till she made eye contact. He didn't show surprise or look away, just stood quietly waiting for her to ask.

"My ship mates?" shaking with emotion her voice was sounded funny to her.

"They are gud." Smiling his brown eyes were warm and inviting. His soft brogue gave him an undeniable lilt. With his deep rich baritone voice he added, "safe and on board of the Slepner."

"Is he hurt badly?" Nodding in Tig's direction she tried to act as if it didn't matter.

"No more than ya were," shaking his head he grinned at her. "The lazy bastard always sleeps longer in da healin' tube."

"Oh," she looked longingly at the door. "Can I go to my ship mates now?"

"Furst I need ta check ya out a bit." Motioning for Sable to sit on a stool he waited for her to sit.

"I'm fine really, there is no need." Standing her ground she remained where she was.

"Do ye have any dizziness? Blurred vision, or trouble hearin?" He walked towards her making her uncomfortable, "Ye took quite a rattle from the explosion. Ya both had shell shock."

"Negative," pushing away from his towards the door she evaded him neatly. Giving him a smile she tried being nice, "How about showing me where to find them?"

"Oh Aye," he shot back grumpily. "Right this way," he strode past her and led her through the corridors that reminded her of the Freya. 'Shit, she is gone.' Her stomach ached at the thought of losing her only possession in her world. Noting that this ship was larger and newer she wanted to see the bridge. 'I bet she flies smooth and responds with speed and power. I wish I could give her a try.'

"U-hmm," interrupting her thought Chibs cleared his throat. "This wud be yur room, thought ya might want a shower first."

"Thanks," leaning in she gave him a peck on the cheek and a warm smile. "For taking care of me," a bit embarrassed she ducked into the room before he could reply. Sable leaned against the closed door and took in the good sized cabin. It held one large bed and had its own small spartan bathroom, an entertainment wall and a table with two chairs. It was plain, in simple earth tones with one grand exception. The ceiling was hand painted in an amazingly beautiful vision of deep space. Holding stars twinkling in the distance with swirling colors of nebula, it was a beautiful expression seen through the eyes of someone who knew its vastness intimately. 'It's breathtaking.'

Heading into the bathroom for a much needed shower Sable undressed quickly, noting all her weapons and gadgets from her flight suit had been taken out. 'I will get those back later.' Smiling she placed her suit in the cleaning tube. It would be washed and dried by the time she was done. Finding all the shower necessities in bottles attached to the wall of the shower she appreciated the practical setup for life on a spaceship. Sighing she turned up the heat and stood in the steamy shower decompressing. 'Ahh Heaven.'

Washing her hair scrubbing out various pieces of debris she carefully rinsed. A cold breeze rolled up her back as she was scrunching out the water from her hair. Unease skittered through her. Turning quickly she saw a figure staring at her from the open door to the bathroom. Crouching into a protective position in the corner of the shower Sables incisors lengthened as she prepared to defend herself.

Looking through the glass she realized Tig stood with a towel around his waist, holding another towel from his finger with a sly grin on his face. Realizing he'd already seen her naked, she made like it wasn't a big deal though she burned from the inside.

It wasn't as though she had never lain with a man, it was just she didn't normally flaunt her body. Standing at 5'11" with long legs and broader shoulders she didn't have a tiny waist or huge breasts. She was more of an athletic build, and felt self-conscious about her appearance. Many women from other races were tiny, and shaped much differently than her. Most of Tharacian women were built much like Sable, so growing up she had never realized how tall and athletic she really was. With experience in her traveling others had referred to her as an 'Amazon' a lost mythical tribe of large women who took care of themselves, using men only to create children. 'If only'.

Holding her head high she slowly stood up. Turning her back on him she turned off the water and opened the shower door. Holding his gaze she calmly walked out and took the towel, though her voice gave away her angst. "What are you doing in here?" She wrapped the towel around her torso just covering her breasts falling to the top of her thighs.

"I was about to ask you the same thing." Looking down she smiled silkily noticing his towel had a distinct bump. 'Serves you right fly boy.' With disdain in his voice he titled his head at her. "This is my cabin."

A loud knock at the door interrupted their conversation. Turning he left to answer it so she slammed the door shut and locked it. Listening to the conversation she recognized Chibs voice. "Och, Tiggy I gave the room to Lyssa and Sable. You woke up before I could tell ya."

"No shit." Hearing Lyssa's laughter she smiled.

"You didna'…" Chibs was cut off by a pissed Tig.

"None of your fucking business," covering her mouth to hide her amusement Sable heard the door shut.

"Sable?" with a knock she heard her sister trying to hide her amusement. "You okay?"

"Fine," pulling her flight suit on she started to comb out her hair. Letting it air dry would just have to do until they landed on a rock with a decent civilization, then she could buy some new supplies. Opening the door she looked over at her sister who was sitting cross legged dressed in a pair of flannel pants and someone's t-shirt. "Lyssa, where did you get those clothes?"

"Oh no you don't," patting the bed she gave Sable a smile. "Spill," she giggled.

"Nothing to tell," seeing food on the table she walked over sitting down and picked up an apple.

"Sable, common," whining Lyssa got and joined her at the table.

Shoving a couple pieces of some unidentifiable meat at her Lyssa looked at Sable. "Eat this please."

Smelling it she turned her nose up, it didn't really entice her. "I'm really not that hungry."

"It tastes better than it smells." Giving her a look Sable gave it a small nibble. It was actually very good and easy to chew. She finished both pieces as Lyssa prodded her for more information. "Did you two get the jiggedy done?"

"What? No." Exasperated she shot Lyssa a wicked look. What happened was between her and the fly boy, no one else. Getting up she walked to the door and left. Laughter followed her out of the room.

Loud enough for Sable to hear before the doors closed she yelled. "He's kinda cute. You need to loosen up Sable."

Mumbling under her breath about her nosy sister her heart ached. Just wanting to find a quiet place to think, Sable walked the hallway. Their world had just gotten turned upside down again. Tears threatened as she fought to maintain her composure. Knowing the Engine room would likely be empty she followed the deserted hallways and found the door.

Entering the engine room the familiar hum of the core soothing and familiar. Walking towards the back she found a secluded spot sliding down the curling into a ball on the floor letting the tears come. Scared, lost and broken once again she couldn't hold back her emotions any longer. How would she rebuild what they had been accomplishing? How would she help her people now?