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But I now stand on an island, a galaxy spinning in the darkness. The guy next door was snoring and snorting so loud that no one in my room could sleep at all. I let it continue as Socorro approaches Prudencia , and I can make out the details of her injuries. Fairly old and worn out. Most of the hotels in this tiny town are about the same and this one is priced well and close to the main roads. Own or manage this property?
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Maybe he feels the ships need to be protected. I have met some men like that; they think that of all women, even ships that dwarf them.
He knows why I ask, shares my disdain: Any chance to move out, right? Sorry, that came out wrong. I heard Ascencion is really crowded. They say it so much that I wonder if the ships believe them. They stay to calm and direct the civilians. I do not find the name of my betrothed. Which means he did not run back to his ship. I should see a report that says the captain rushes to comfort his fallen ship, to see his wife off into the dark embrace of the sky. When I take ill? When I need his help? I hope that the Terrans launch another attack, but they stay their hand.
Their point is made. They are our betters, this civilization that sent us to the far reaches of space and left us to languish. Now that we have something they want, they harry us and take what they can. But they do not bring their advanced medicine, their technology. They have only brought suffering. Everything else, we must make for ourselves. The sniper was right. For generations, they were no match for our living fleet, but now their ships are powerful enough to break past our perimeter.
Despite this superior technology, they want a mother ship of their own. They cannot stand to let others have what they have lost. The Terrans invented the ships to colonize space, then promptly lost the technology. Their ships died, or escaped. I do not know why this is the case, I am not even sure I care. Maybe the Terrans never married their ships. I change as evening falls. My mother clucks her tongue when she arrives and talks of the bombing in terms of a tragedy not for the planet, but my future marriage.
It does not matter much what happens as long as we are alive and our assets are intact, as long as she ensures that I carry on our blood and business. She was a doctor on Ascencion, and the war has made her bitter, too. There is no way to escape the war, the least she can do is not discuss it. All she can do is secure the future here. She is the one that taught me to fly. She taught me to make sure my turbojet plane is in good repair.
She spends all her waking hours ready to take flight should she have to. If more bombs fall, she will be ready. My mother is always ready. The war is always with her. Her hand goes still, fork hovering above the fish she has only been picking at. I watched the channels since the news broke, and the stations edited the shots of the hatchery carefully.
No more flashes from Prudencia. I want someone to acknowledge it, and their silence is damning. My mother jabs her fork into her fish. Did you check the shuttle?
Leandro is bigger than life on the screen. He leans forward, as if he can close the distance between us. I called at the first opportunity. I am not supportive when I answer: I have been reassigned Puerta Clara. Yet it is my job to make the arrangements for him no matter how far away I am. Puerta Clara is beautiful and prestigious. A good position for anyone. I stare at the screen, at some point past his shoulder. I am told it is a lonely life, but I want it.
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We are both in this arranged marriage; it was decided by our families with little input from either of us. The thought of moving in with him for any extended period of time had never crossed my mind, and I am left reeling. He is handsome, and I could savor the brief, intense romances when he comes home. That is all I needed to consider for a man who would be away save a few days a year. I do not know him well enough to contemplate close relations. It was never a question before, but now that he wants to move nearly four hundred million miles away, I realize that I would fight a protracted legal battle should he try to sell it.
He looks like he might argue, then nods. A call cannot wait in my business, a plane might be floundering, a pilot lost, a disaster in need of averting. He was a pilot once, he knows that every moment is crucial. I want to bless whoever messaged me, but my heart stops when I open my inbox: I have rarely seen such fury as when men find an unexpected woman in their midst. He could be boorish and abusive if I answer, many men are, or the message could be a solicitation which would invariably devolve into insults when I am not receptive to his overtures.
He must have been waiting because the response is instantaneous. A chill tingles the nape of my neck. Looking for his competition, maybe. Of course, he wants someone to listen to him. Everyone deserves to have someone listen to them. Would you like to talk? I did , and no one was there for me.
I checked about the fundraiser. Leandro stayed at HQ to evacuate civilians. Tears burn in my eyes, and I struggle to breathe. Nevertheless, she had seemed like someone I would want to know. Leandro spoke of her fondly, and I listened to all her addresses to the public.
If I wanted to, I could call up the archives for one of her interviews. Never imagining she would not live to see her commission. I wonder why Corro pushes the issue. It was the only logical choice to protect civilians before the ships; ships are military, and the military must make sacrifices. Do you expect me to stop the Terrans with my bare hands? The fleet is too busy holding the Terrans at bay to worry about a damaged ship. Already the reports say she is dead. In a few days, it will be the truth. Ships survive remarkable injuries. I remember Reyna limping home to Ascencion, flooding all the channels with her desperate mayday calls.
Her belly had been torn open, spilling entrails in a miles long path of misery. Her crew perished, save for the handful she sealed away in a cabin. Before anyone could tend to her wounds, she ejected the survivors in the loading bay and fled, to join her captain in oblivion. What kills Prudencia is the loss of her wings, and the breach of her hull. She is too young to waste the resources mending.
A tested ship, maybe, but not a slip of a girl like Prudencia. It is not my place to question the wisdom of military decisions. I check the map, curious. It leads deep into the rainforest at the equator, beneath the endless storms. Little wonder he sent a beacon; no satellite would see anything through the storm. But I like the challenge. I should doubt him, should question him and wonder at his motives, but then I think of Prudencia alone, and I am driven from my room by her terror. Perhaps I was right about Corro, and he is a military son with more power than I had imagined.
Her mother was widowed six times. I cannot blame her. The estate is worth more than a good marriage, let alone a man. I fly for hours, aiming north. The sun rises to my right and I send a note to my parents: Leandro wants to go to Puerta Clara. Below me storm clouds gather and my plane bucks in the turbulence. I flew medevac through the bombardment, where decompression was a small worry compared to all the different ways my shuttles and planes could be mangled.
The wind is nothing compared to the tempest stirred up by Terran weapons. Storms frighten other pilots despite advances in stabilizing technology. The placid weather of Soledad leaves pilots ill-equipped for hardship. I drop below the cloud cover, into the steady rain of the equatorial forest. It girds the planet, a belt of foul weather that breaks the population from north to south.
It can be flown over and often is, but sometimes it is still like two different worlds, parted by wind and thunder. The cold hits me as I open the door, and I am pelted by rain that strikes me like fists.