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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
Cecilia Crimsondragon Ch. 6Five cycles passed since the day Cecilia escaped. The fifteen cycle old teenager had gone through puperty, and became more woman-like physically, though of course she kept all of her dragonic-features. Inside however, she was deeply troubled.
After her first narrow aversion of discovery and thus, disaster, she had become paranoid. She kept the cloak over her tighter then ever, and she changed systems faster then anyone could keep track of. Quickly she had taken from stealing just a small meals worth of food, to stealing entire crates of it out of docking bays!
She had even taken to drinking.
Cecilia had noticed people leaving bars tended to be forgetful. When she was thirteen, she forged an ID, talked more "sultry" then she normally was, and only went into the more, how do you say, dodgy places. Either way, it worked.
But Cecilia had her accomplishments too. She had visited various, fairly d
Cecilia Crimsondragon Ch. 5"She WHAT?!" Dr. Andro Cantorin yelled as he heard the news of Cecilia's sucessful escape. The scientist that had reported it to Andro flinched.
"We tried to recover her, Dr. Cantorin. But she killed an estimated 35 members of the staff, with many more not expecting to survive...."
"Damn it all! Are we certain she stole information about The Plan?"
"Positive. The computers withen the Infusion Lab showed signs of tampering shortly before she escaped. It is possible that if she decodes the documents she stole and reads what is withen them she might flee to a Republican authority. No matter how remote the possibility seems, it still exists.
Andro swore and paced around. He really didn't want to do this, but if the chance existed that she would blab....
"I want a bounty put up for her capture. At once. Make sure to emphise not a scale is to be harmed!"
Stranger LoveI am not the sunlit wing-print
splayed out on the bedroom wall.
I am not the dark mass forming
in a corner of an airless hall.
I am not the viscous vengeance
where you sink your spinning wheels.
I am not the leaky bucket
hung up on your wishing well.
You are not my soul mate missing
wandering a winter's night.
You are not the sound of angels
singing by a candle's light.
You are not the rasp of fingers
fumbling with a hasp of steel.
You are not the tattered towel
soaking up the things I feel.
I am the oblivious child,
dancing where the wildflowers are.
You are my unwitting captive
lighting up a jelly jar.
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