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Caelum Lex Pt. 2 Chapter 19: Safe and Sound
"Look, I'm going as fast as I can, there's nothing more I can do right now," Cyrus was saying as he typed furiously on his console, his glasses sliding down his nose. "This protocol is airtight. Whoever wrote it knew what they were doing."
"If they're so good at it, where the hell are they?" Fiearius growled, hovering over Cyrus' shoulder. He dug a hand into his hair in frustration. It had been almost twelve hours since Leta and Dez had been locked inside the Mariah. Twelve hours. At first, Fiearius had been ready for an all-out offensive. The ship was clearly a planned trap, a classic pirate technique. The distress call served as the bait and the lockdown, the hook. It should have been no time before whoever set it returned to claim their prize.
But as the hours wore on and the radar still showed only the Mariah itself and the Dionysian, carefully suspended beside her, Fiearius eventually holstered his weapon, stripped off his spacesuit and returned to the bridge to help Cyrus instead
Caelum Lex Pt. 2 Chapter 18: The Mariah
This was not, exactly, how Fiearius expected to spend his afternoon. He thought he'd finish breakfast, check in with some of the crew and return to lounging around with a pretty girl for company before evening.
Instead, he was preparing for all the dangers that came with boarding an unknown vessel in the dead of space. Against all of his better judgement, the Dionysian was undergoing the docking sequence: through the airlock's window, he glimpsed the extender reaching out, bridging the gap between the two ships and locking them together. The Dionysian's walls groaned around him and the pressure gauge began to rise.
Grumbling Ridellian curses under his breath, Fiearius started to pull on the pieces of the airtight suit, readying himself for the possibility of hostile oxygen, hostile occupants or both. As he loaded his pistol with a thud of metal, he tried to think of any possible way he could talk Leta out of this mission. But then he snorted to himself, shaking his head. When there was
Caelum Lex Pt. 2 Chapter 17: Warning Signs
It was nearly four in the morning ship-time when Leta, for a reason she didn't know, snapped her eyes open.
For a bleary moment of confusion she thought Fiearius roused her awake, but then she lifted her head and her eyes adjusted to the darkness: he was still fast asleep against her shoulder, snoring into her neck, a tangle of heavy limbs. He always slept like a lion: sprawled out carelessly, pinning her to the bed with his weight.
She lifted herself to her elbows and realized what had woken her: the console screen across the room was flashing dully. An incoming call. She was the last person to use that console, her account was still signed in. Which meant someone was trying to reach her. Corra, probably.
She gently elbowed Fiearius to the side, to no avail. Then she elbowed him roughly over to his back. He snored on obliviously as she slid her bare feet to the floor, grabbed for her blouse and pants from the nightstand, and darted toward the hatch.
Downstairs, her bedroom was cold, q
Caelum Lex Pt. 2 Chapter 16: Captainship
The deal with Mica did not, in fact, end in gunfire. Certainly there was some victory to be found in the fact that no one was shooting up the club.
But it did end with a little blood.
Finn could never deny how satisfying those three seconds were - the seconds after his fist drove sideways over Mica's face in one decisive crack, and the bastard could only slump to the side, still locked by Finn's grip at his collar. Blood smeared across the man's face and he was utterly aghast. In that crystal-clear beautiful moment, Finn didn't feel the splinter of pain in his fist and he definitely did not think about what could come next. Really, he felt rather like he'd achieved enlightenment. Was this how normal people felt about religion? he often wondered. After all, he couldn't imagine anything as personally fulfilling as this kind of justice.
But those three perfect seconds of his life did have to come to an end. He still had a hand fixed around the man's starched collar, ready to take
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