My name, Staffan Sentzke. I was a insurgent. I lived in New Tyne, Veneza, dealing nuclear weapons to Humans and Kig-Yar alike. Was. Now, I'm on a Spirit in slip space, heading somewhere I don't know.
My Huragok, Sometimes Sinks said, "We are heading to Hesduros." But I have no idea where or what that is.
We come out of Slipspace in an hour, and I can't help but wonder what my little girl is doing. And if Vaz is keeping his promise.
.SO.
Naomi sat on Stanley's transparent deck. Staring out into the unknown, wondering where her father was.
"You OK Naomi?" Corporal Vasily Beloi asked as he walked onto the deck. She wanted to say yes, but that would be a lie.
"I don't know." She said after a minute of recollection. "I'm worried about him. What if he didn't escape the blast. And I still need to talk to my family. But what if they don't like me. Vasi-"
"Relax, I'm sure your dad's fine. Now let's take one problem at a time and screw with some hingeheads."
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