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Caelum Lex Pt. 2 Chapter 11: Archeti Again
Bright light was slowly filling the window - it was the glow of a planet the ship was orbiting - though it didn't wake Leta just yet. Still curled on her side, forearm draped around a pillow that did not belong to her, she slept on, unaware that her long bare legs were tangled in someone else's, and that her dark hair was a pool of messy curls overhead.
Soon, the light from the window became impossible to ignore, and the young woman knit her brows together impatiently before cracking one open to half-scowl at the streak of light prodding right into her eyes. Her own bedroom had no such window. But she wasn't in her bedroom.
"Fiearius," she mumbled, drifting toward consciousness. "We should cover that window. And by 'we' I mean you."
He only groaned into her hair. Her eyes opened at last.
Her gaze shifted over the landscape of the bedsheets, and there was Fiearius' hand and tattooed wrist and the warm weight on her back was his arm. A lazy, sheepish sort of grin reached Leta's face as m
Caelum Lex Pt. 2 Chapter 10: Together
"Where the hell are we going now?" Leta hissed under her breath as Fiearius held her by the wrist and led them purposely through the sea of guests. Luckily, everyone seemed too tipsy to pay them mind as they slipped from the main hall and down a deserted corridor that Leta felt certain was off-limits. It was much quieter here, the music and laughter of the party fading behind them.
"Upstairs," came Fiearius' vague reply as he turned for a carpeted staircase. Annoyed as she was to be left entirely in the dark, Leta had to admit there was something nostalgic about this sneaking around.
"Feels like I'm sixteen again," she muttered, glancing over her shoulder to satisfy her paranoia that they were being followed. "When I would sneak out of parties to make out with boys upstairs … "
Fiearius swung his head to her immediately, eyebrows high on his forehead. "Well that option's not off the table."
Cutting him a glare, Leta wrenched her wrist free from his grasp. But then she smirked, t
Caelum Lex Pt. 2 Chapter 9: The Errand
The main marketplace of Tarin was more vibrant and colorful than Leta even remembered - crowded with shoppers, food carts, vendors, bright window displays. The last time Leta had visited this place, this square had been empty save for three drunk friends, yelling and laughing, slumped over the fountain ...
It was a happy memory, but nothing could stem the paranoia and concern flowing through Leta's chest. She weaved through the sea of people, purpose in her step. Gripped in her hand was a crumbled piece of paper, a note, that Fiearius had left her. Fiearius, of all people.
She'd discovered the note on the desk in her room, right after the ship had landed this morning. The landing was odd in itself: the Dionysian had been bound for Archeti just yesterday. Leta had even made plans to meet Corra there since the Beacon also had business on the planet. Yet they had suddenly landed on Tarin with no explanation or warning, only short a cryptic note that read in its entirety:
Caelum Lex Pt. 2 Chapter 8: Strategic Reevaluation
With a tremendous bang, the double doors to the bank were thrown open as Finn and Corra kicked them in together. The dramatic entry wasn't actually necessary, even for a good old-fashioned bank robbery, but Corra simply couldn't help herself: it felt just like the movies.
"Everybody down!" she yelled, raising guns in each hand.
"Don't move," added Finn, "and no one gets hurt - "
Shrill screams flew around the room as Finn jumped up on the bank teller's counter, swinging his rifle. Patrons dropped to the floor in fear, but of course it wasn't like Finn and Corra were going to hurt anybody - they were just running low on money, was all, so they'd made a quick stop on the planet Ariana. It was one of Synechdan's wealthiest, most affluent places in its cluster, and it boasted giant sprawling mansions with perfectly manicured lawns, the best restaurants and theaters … The people who lived here probably vacationed on Vescent and lived lives of pure, hedonistic luxury
Caelum Lex Pt. 2 Chapter 7: Safe Distance
Cyrus didn't particularly like begging. But he wasn't above it.
Grimacing with desperation, he gripped the surface of the clerk's counter, trying to catch the eye of the mechanic shop owner who had his back turned to him. "My ship's not that big," he was saying, keeping his voice casual but convincing - Fiearius was always so much better at this smooth-talking shit than he was. "It's a small cargo vessel. I just need a place to store it for a few days."
The gray-haired mechanic grunted, seized a tool box and hauled it away. "That's what docks are for, kid."
"No, that's just it." Cyrus quickly weaved around the counter to follow after him. "I need a place hidden, to store the ship for a week or so. It won't cause trouble. I promise. It would just be better if, ah, a certain military base couldn't see it. If you catch my drift."
The mechanic started to hang wrenches on the wall, but then he threw Cyrus a dull look of agreement. "Fine. Whatever. You pay, you park in my hangar, I don't jud
Caelum Lex Pt 2 Chapter 6: Breakthrough
It was not a conversation Corra wanted to have, but it had to be done. She had to do it, no matter how badly it hurt. She had to. With heavy dread sitting on her shoulders, she knocked on the hatch to Cyrus' room and slowly tilted it open.
Across the room, Cyrus was hunched over a screen, and she found herself staring at the back of his neck for a few seconds before saying, "Hey. You busy?"
He seemed rather involved in whatever it was he was doing and Cyrus was not the kind of man who enjoyed being interrupted. But to her surprise, Cyrus spun around in his chair and actually smiled at her, a sight that actually made her heart lift. She couldn't remember the last time she'd seen the overworked and overtired Dionysian's temporary captain in a cheerful mood.
"Nah, just doing a bit of freelance," he explained shortly, gesturing at the console before him which displayed the blueprint of a ship she did not recognize. For the moment, she forgot her troubles.
"Freelance?" Corra asked curiously
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