Caelum Lex Chapter 24: Into The Ring
The metal doors banged open and Leta was dragged through them by her arms, her hands bound together in front of her. Piercing light filled her eyes, and she immediately squinted, wincing as her vision was filled with the white overhead lights. And then noise filled her ears.
It was a stark contrast to the silent cells she’d left behind. Now, the arena before her was positively explosive with applause and singing. Laid at her feet, the oval combat ring took up nearly the entire dirty basement. Outside its rusted metal barriers was a sea of rowdy people, ready to throw credits down on their chosen winner.
Traze’s voice reached her ears. He was turning around in the middle of the ring, his arms spread wide in introduction, grinning broadly. His voice boomed over the arena like a circus ringleader, and it took Leta a moment to realize who he was talking about: her.
“ … first up, to get us started! … Ready to fight for her life, the woman responsible fo
Caelum Lex Chapter 23: Tonight's Entertainment
This wasn't how Leta would've preferred to spend her day, but what choice did she have? The Dionysian needed more med supplies, the captain needed more treatment for his shoulder wound, and she had to help him, of course, before he helped Ren. The circumstances brought her to an infuriating scenario: spending the afternoon with Fiearius.
Leta hadn't seen much of the captain in the past few weeks - with no complaint from her, of course. While she'd been researching the TTD Baltimore and tending to a few sickly patients (a nasty bout of flu had swept through the crew deck), apparently he'd been busy himself. The ship made several stops on small outer-span planets, and the rumor was Fiearius had picked up a few jobs for decent money. What those jobs were, Leta purposely did not ask. She didn't want to know.
Although Fiearius barked his disapproval when she'd told him they needed to buy med supplies, he'd agreed in the end, under the condition that he'd be present when she spent his hard-e
Caelum Lex Chapter 22: Eavesdropping
Javier had only been aboard the Dionysian for ten months, and yes, he was only a lowly deckhand, but he'd never heard the crew complain quite like this.
In a corner of the cargo bay, the nineteen-year-old sat cross-legged atop a crate, his sketchbook propped up on his knees. He was nearly finished laying down the lines of an aerial view of the Dionysian. It wasn't his best work, but he rather liked how the drawing was turning out. The Dionysian may have been outdated and antiquated, but she was still crafted of clean smooth lines. As an artist (was he an artist? He didn’t think he was, but Niki had called him one before), he certainly appreciated that. In his eyes, she was perfect.
Every few seconds, however, he picked up his head, distracted from his progress. The conversation around him ranged from amusing, to surprising, to downright offensive.
“We were supposed to land on Jira a month ago,” the older woman, Palia, was complaining in her usual high-pitched,