Kin

Gark had not a lot of memories of her family. Sometimes, after too much of Ali's rhums at Firefly's bar she had faint reminescence of people, who seemed to correspond to what people call "kin". The name Luc, a girl called Jeanne d'Arc... fleeting images floating in the pale mist of Firefly's bar.

Sometimes, also, she would dream of people laughing, the sound of an accordeon, crops in the fields, green valleys, and then people fleeing, herself shivering in the dark, hidden in the little hut she had built on the hill. Suddenly she had woken up on A-Corp sim, at the foot of a BDSM Castle, wondering if she had died and was now what the Earth-that-was-once called Hell.

The only clue of about her kin was of her people's name: Kasparians. The little bracelet she had worn ever since she woke up on A-Corp, with the word Kas scratched on it had been the key to solving at least that part of the puzzle. Once while visiting a saloon on Occilan moon, she had been told by the bartender there that it was from the Kasparian people without him being able to give more data apart that he had met someone who had mentionned the Kasparians. But she still wondered about the validity of that piece of information.

Eventually, she would find out about her kin. The truth is out there. Somewhere.

Again

Gone...


When I got the news, I rushed to Caliban. Krenshar, Miya, Thoth, Cody, LilyBell and Gallagher stood on a ridge looking at the spectacle. Caliban was burning.

I hear it's the Purple Bellies who decided that Caliban was too subversive to continue its operation.

Again. My second home in the 'verse was in smoke.

Emotions are much too intense to even sound coherent...Sorry, folks.

Even for me, who is a pacifist by heart, the taste of revenge burned my throat...No smoke of the fires of Caliban could taste like this.

Sprax

For some scientific reason that I couldn't explain, the air on Caliban was getting cooler and cooler. Happy to have found a coat to keep warm, I could be found generally in the morning never to far away from my fireplace. Maybe I could suggest to Krenshar a barrel or an open pit where I could warm my hands in the courtyard, making the place quieter, with me not shouting out to the people outside in order to get their attention? Steal Jane's barrel at Firefly's, maybe? But then Milo would eat me alive. Not good. Or Jane.

I was broke, so I rarely went shopping these days. I was therefore quite content to hang around the Dome, chatting with the residents, particulary Miya and Thoth, Vega and naturally Krenshar. I saw Jai once in a while. She's nice and now has flowing blond hair which is very pretty. But I digress.

One particular slow Saturday night, alone in the Dome, entered a visitor. At first, I wasn't even curious. He was walking around exploring the grounds, like most visitors do. But then as he passed me on, as I was siting at the picnic table in the yard, he called on to me: "So Miss, have you gotten over the termination of Blackburne yet, or are you still moping like a spoiled brat?" Now, talk about good manners from your friendly neighboroud stranger? Merde.

Gut reaction, I swore in French, because swearing in French is probably how I was brought up if only I could remember a bit more of where I came from... I digress again.

"The name is Captain Jonathan Sprax, of the Duvernay division of the Alliance. "

He didn't wear the usual gray micey coloured outfit. He did look particularly clean and shiny. "Under cover cap'tain? Your brown coat seems kinda new though." I said. "Yours isn't, and I see you have the same boots you had the last time we met... Rough times, Miss? or playing the Caliban Hobo? " By then, my blood was boiling. Before I could utter another word, he put his shiny boot on the seat approaching me with a half smile, his eyes showing no emotion at all. "Sorry about Blackburne, Miss, it seemed there wasn't much choice...you know, terrorists, secessionists...no good people, some say thieves and raiders, bootleggers..." "Sir, they were Reavers...they were Reavers...", I stuttered.

He straightenend , scratched his clean shaven face, "Just one advice, Miss Koba, tell your friends that we haven't forgotten them, and even if you are sprawled out on all these moons, we haven't forgotten about you guys."

And on that note, he turned away and TP'd out.

Sprax, Jonathan Sprax.