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I didn’t see the conference room or the crew quarters on my way back. The crew lounge barely blipped on my radar. I hit the aft corridor and scaled the four steps to the engine room and stood on the threshold listening. ''C, G, middle C, and E.'' Say what you want about Potemkin, he knew how to keep his ship running well. Or maybe he hadn’t had her long enough to make a botch of it. With a bastard like Potemkin, it was hard to tell.<br><br> | I didn’t see the conference room or the crew quarters on my way back. The crew lounge barely blipped on my radar. I hit the aft corridor and scaled the four steps to the engine room and stood on the threshold listening. ''C, G, middle C, and E.'' Say what you want about Potemkin, he knew how to keep his ship running well. Or maybe he hadn’t had her long enough to make a botch of it. With a bastard like Potemkin, it was hard to tell.<br><br> | ||
| − | The engine room was much like the bridge. Bigger. Beefier. More bells and whistles. More like what Nika and I had known and loved before. Normally I’d be like a kid at Christmas in the middle of all the shiny but Christmas had come on the heels of a funeral. ''Summer’s Gift'' was a blasted-out hulk. Nika’s were eyes beyond repair. The ship’s engines sang in the voice of my first love lost. I leaned on the jamb and crossed my arms and tried to shut it out. But | + | The engine room was much like the bridge. Bigger. Beefier. More bells and whistles. More like what Nika and I had known and loved before. Normally I’d be like a kid at Christmas in the middle of all the shiny but Christmas had come on the heels of a funeral. ''Summer’s Gift'' was a blasted-out hulk. Nika’s were eyes beyond repair. The ship’s engines sang in the voice of my first love lost. I leaned on the jamb and crossed my arms and tried to shut it out. But Exeter hummed through the deckplates, sang through my bones, and there was no escaping her or the memories she stirred, past and present. So I stood and bore it and waited for the pain to pass.<br><br> |
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