Caelum Lex Chapter 10: Defenses
She needed to stop this and she knew it.
With a frustrated growl, Corra reached for her CID and yanked the device out of its slot in the wall. The screen in front of her flickered black before gradually fading back to its default blue glow, inviting new users. As the light washed over her, Corra glanced down at the little stick in her hand. The temptation to reinsert it and load up her console one more time, just in case, was nearly overwhelming. Maybe this time, it said. Maybe if she just checked one more time.
Truthfully, she didn’t even know what she was looking for. All she knew was that she’d been obsessively watching the news for the past hour, ever since the captain and Leta had gone off to meet with Goddora. What she expected to see there, she was unsure of. Obviously, she was hoping for something along the lines of ‘Notorious Criminal Ringleader Found Dead’. It wouldn’t even matter which criminal ringleader really, though one of the options would
Caelum Lex Chapter 9: Torian
Take her to him.
As soon as Goddora made the order, the office fell expectantly silent. Leta started to rise out of her chair, more than ready to finish this job. However, across the room, it could not have been more obvious that Saviano was displeased with Fiearius’ taking control of the deal. The man’s grip tightened on his glass and he regarded Fiearius with his jaw considerably firm. He did not, Leta realized, believe that she was actually a doctor.
"How convenient to bring a surgeon to a weapons-trade,” he commented, stiff, sarcastic and not yet moving to follow Goddora’s order. “And an alpha-planet surgeon at that. Land that tin-can of yours on alpha planets often, do you, Fiearius? I thought that was a no-no of yours?" His eyebrows shot up into his hairline, but he did reach back and open the door for them.
“Well, you know, you gotta do what ya gotta do," Fiearius replied, shrugging his shoulders as he stood up to his chair and crossed
Caelum Lex Chapter 8: Negotiations
The Dionsyian touched ground of the planet early the next day. Before Leta could talk herself out of it, she walked through the halls to meet Fiearius outside of his ship. He was leaning against the door mechanism, absently spinning a small pistol around his finger.
She could hardly believe what she was about to agree to. But what choice did she have anymore? She’d run out of options.
Leta could still remember, in perfect clarity, the very last time she'd seen her her fiance. It had been a strange afternoon.
They had met in the city square for a hello and a goodbye: Ren was in a rush on his way to the library, and she had to be at the clinic for a long overnight shift. Her last overnight shift, she hoped, since wedding planning was growing terrible and exhausting and she'd let Ren know it on a regular basis. Tired as she felt that day, it was nothing compared to the exhaustion Ren displayed. He looked like he hadn't slept in days, but he was also geared up about something. He'd b