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Cecilia Crimsondragon Ch. 8A little over a cycle has passed since Cecilia crashed onto the tiny system. Her ship was still in its horrid shape, but some progress had been made with the stolen ship parts Cecilia would steal from ships in the space port, along with food.
The revelation of her past had hit her badly, but Cecilia never dwelled on it by day, just like how she never dwelled on her experience with Cantorin. That only happened at night, for how could you possibly steal and repair if you dwell on it in your waking hours?
In fact, thats what Cecilia was doing: in her spare cloak looking for an unguarded ship. As she rounded a corner, a group of three, a male and female humanoid with a tall green alien Cecilia didn't have a name for, walked by her, talking and laughing loudly. Her tail twitched happily: it looked like she might have a chance for some parts today after all.
After making sure they weren't coming back right away, she walk
Cecilia Crimsondragon Ch. 7Several months passed since Dragon Star crashed. Cecilia waited more then a few days before returning to her ship. She saw that the ships entire computer program was kaput and the entire thing was no wear near suitible to fly.
She also did a bit of a survey of the ship inside and out. Looking at some of the damage, she realised that the blows she received during the short battle had hit the ship in areas she noticed were vital. Cecilia quickly saw the bounty hunter was trying to disable her ship to stop her from escaping. And that the jump to light speed was far too great for this ship, so it crashed. She realised with a jolt that, had she stayed in hyper space any longer then she did, and the entire ship would blow up.
So Cecilia began to repair the ship with what she had a hand. Withen the first week she got part of the computer running again, including everything she used to decode the chip. So in the chip went for more decoding once a
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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