science-fiction-romance

It was killing him, seeing her this way. She was not meant to be uncertain, timid or fearful; the woman he knew exuded confidence so fiercely it might as well be a damn spiritual aura. He needed to fix this. __t__ time to adjust your perspective. You want to show the politicians on Earth they don__ rule the galaxy? Well, let__ show them.

Her perception was propelled backward, as if it were being pulled into a vortex. She slammed into her body, and her eyes flew open with a gasp.__lex?__he sat straight up in the chair and grabbed Caleb by the shoulders. __e have to save them.

You have a job?___o you think I just fucking run this ship so I can call myself captain and get laid?___ell, no. I thought you were a criminal.

A wispy murmur in the blackness. Blackness, where before there was only nothingness. It was dark, inky and thick, but there now existed the palpable sense of tangibility. She gasped in alarm, but no sound came out of her throat. "Where am I?," she shouted, but no words made it past her lips.

It felt somehow comforting to return to the sparkling lake tucked into the mountains on Portal Prime. But why, when everything about Mesme made her the antithesis of comfortable?Because here was where desperation had become hope. Where helplessness had become purpose.

If there was anything the last year had taught her__f there was anything Caleb had taught her, the Metigen War had taught her__t was that perspective was everything. If you wanted to understand your enemy, you must understand that they were the hero in their own story.

I frankly expected a far more negative reaction from you on discovering_ she glanced around the lab __the situation. Why are you helping?_____ not helping____ merely not hindering in as strenuous a fashion as I am able.

I believe my judgment has never been clearer. I have seen firsthand their potential, their strength of will, in a way you have not.___ou have loosed a chaotic, unstable variable into the Mosaic. They will destroy everything.___t is a risk. They also may save everything.

Evening had turned the sky a deep persimmon. The remaining sunlight enriched the colors of the ubiquitous flowers and foliage to even greater vibrancy, as if the saturation filter had been notched up several levels.Caleb noted all this in passing as he strode deliberately forward. He didn__ know how he was going to do this, only that he had to make the attempt.

I__l ask you to look at the ships arrayed against you and consider what weaponry they might possess. Weaponry strong enough to crack your hulls? I know what weaponry you bring to bear, and I assure you it will not crack ours. __re you willing to risk the lives of thousands under your command to find out? Are you willing to risk your own life?__he silence hung across space like a shroud.__his is not over, Admiral Solovy.___hat is the first true thing you__e said today.

Suddenly, I__ struck by the magnitude of the moment. Hurtling through the air becomes freeing, not terrifying. This time last year, I was suffocating within the confines of my life. I would__e done anything to escape. That my life has come full circle is as exhilarating as it is scary. Life is for living. For moments like this.

Clear skies, cousin". Good luck, he means. There are never clear skies on Avon, no blue, no stars. But we don't give up hope, and we use those words to remind ourselves. Clear skies will come, one day.

If only she could jump into the flyer and scurry back across the mountains but she had work to do and a planet to save.

Caleb reached up and slid the tie out of her hair to let it fall free. __ou were crazy to do it. But I love you because you__e wild and fearless, not in spite of it, and I know the price.__e sensed her cringe against him. __hich is?___t random and unexpected times, you terrify the life out of me.

But when there's no hope to be found anywhere, even the tiniest chance is worth taking.

Worry? That's a strange thing to say. There's no way anyone would be worried about me. Besides, we're all gonna be enemies eventually.

When you healed this tree, I felt like the leaves waved and made gentle sounds. Maybe the tree was saying thank you.

Incase the title was misleading, this is the story of Qorth. He was an alien, but he was more normal, more boring, more goofy, and more ho-hum than any human I__ ever known . . . to the point that I sometimes wonder if he was really even an alien. To be fair, he did have __agical_ otherworldly powers and some weird traits, like pointed ears. It rained when he was sad. His eyes were solid black, which really creeped me out in the beginning but, eh, I got used to it. He had weird tastes in food, like he would put ketchup on pancakes, and animals were sock puppets to him. The night I found him, it was the animals who led me to him.