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'''Lucifer's Landing''' <br> | '''Lucifer's Landing''' <br> | ||
'''2.5 weeks from original landing,''' <br> | '''2.5 weeks from original landing,''' <br> | ||
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Joshua sat cross-legged on the ground, what little grass there was tickling his palm of his hands. About quarter mile out from Christian's residence, there was so little light that the stars were absolutely gorgeous. A hundred thousand bursts of sparkle all blazing in the pitch black darkness. Ironic, he thought, that he saw more of the stars landside than he did actually traveling among them. Guess there was a reason they called it the Black and not the Starry Field with Some Darkness In-between. | Joshua sat cross-legged on the ground, what little grass there was tickling his palm of his hands. About quarter mile out from Christian's residence, there was so little light that the stars were absolutely gorgeous. A hundred thousand bursts of sparkle all blazing in the pitch black darkness. Ironic, he thought, that he saw more of the stars landside than he did actually traveling among them. Guess there was a reason they called it the Black and not the Starry Field with Some Darkness In-between. | ||
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− | I looked up at the heavens and automatically started connecting the dots. It was the hardwired human drive to impose order on chaos, perhaps, or maybe it was my innate inability to leave things alone. Whatever the reason, it was a pleasant enough pastime, easily shared in silence. | + | I looked up at the heavens and automatically started connecting the dots. It was the hardwired human drive to impose order on chaos, perhaps, or maybe it was my innate inability to leave things well enough alone. Whatever the reason, it was a pleasant enough pastime, easily shared in silence. |
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− | "Been talking to Christian?" I sighed and made a note to ask Christian exactly what he'd said to Joshua. If anything. Sometimes Christian's silent | + | "Been talking to Christian?" I sighed and made a note to ask Christian exactly what he'd said to Joshua. If anything. Sometimes Christian's silent approbation was harsher than the spoken one. "It can't be easy for you, playing the fifth wheel to my little ready-made family. I'm sorry, Joshua. I should have anticipated this." |
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− | "Actually I didn't. I had to ask the resident barfly where you'd gone." I slipped out from under his jacket and strode off a few steps, pissed. I caught the unspoken rebuke in his tone: | + | "Actually I didn't. I had to ask the resident barfly where you'd gone." I slipped out from under his jacket and strode off a few steps, pissed. I caught the unspoken rebuke in his tone: I can think for myself, thanks. And in truth I couldn't fault him for it. What stung was he'd chosen to slip away rather than come to me about it. Despite my background level of paranoia, I hated second-guessing people's motives. Having to second guess Joshua rankled deeply. He'd stated his position, it was a good one, and a heated argument from me would do no one any good. I crossed my arms against the chill and held off, waiting for my pique to blaze through and be done with me. |
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Go back to '''''[[Mutineers_Timeline,_Season_Three | Timeline, Season Three ]]'''''<br> | Go back to '''''[[Mutineers_Timeline,_Season_Three | Timeline, Season Three ]]'''''<br> | ||
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