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0.1.13

Eros grabbed a duffel nearby and started hunting for necessary supplies around the warehouse. It didn’t take him long to fill it with tools and weapons he thought they might need along the way. A knife and taser combination, a bow that could be set up to shoot automatically, micro drones with various surveillance capabilities, and of course mini drones with weapons attached. The controller’s shop layout hadn’t changed since he was a boy. We’re going to find him, he’ll know how to reach the Wrannamen, Eros thought. Wellington did his best to be helpful by being out of the way. In a few short minutes, they were all packed. Feathers was already snoring in his little nest of a room. Eros knocked on the door, which did nothing and walked inside and shook him awake. In an avian flurry, Feathers floated to his feet. His wings unfolded wide and tall. His metal wings were pointed at the top to punch or penetrate on command. Eros admired the craftsmanship, knowing the source of that work was the man whom he apprenticed under. That man left his mark on every piece touched. There was nobody better. The scene filled Eros with images from his past and feelings he hadn’t felt in a long time. The man was a father to him. He was caught off guard by the love he felt for that man, and the sudden terror at realizing something had happened to him. Feathers flocked around the tiny room until he realized it was a false alarm and put his wings back down into place behind him, and calmed himself. …


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0.1.12

The massive red wasteland east of the coast is known as the Dunes, home to the Hybrid colonies. It is vast and sparsely populated, but a great place to find scrap materials to create something valuable with and bring it back to the Arc to sell in the markets. It is the supply area for most of the Arc goods despite the Arc having its own dumping grounds. The Arc dumping grounds used to be a favored spot when a fuel supply was discovered further south from there, but as that dried up, so too did the scraps being airdropped near the Arc. The Sikkas now favored the Dunes though the Arc was still a more convenient, and frankly safer place to trade for them. The sikkas felt like they had more control in the dunes given the hybrids were effectively given a safe sandbox to kill each other in. Sometimes you could find the hull of a plane, or a shipping container of bicycle wheels. The only trouble was that if you found something, and another crew had followed you, you’d likely be dead before you had the chance to open the container. The first hybrid settlement there was not a settlement at all, but a dumping ground for failed experiments on humans. They dumped equal parts human exhaust and technological exhaust into the sand. These people were born normal but were often poor or lab-bred for the sole purpose of forwarding the Emperor’s weapons experiments. They’d done savage things to the human body in the name of science. Most of the experiments failed, thus most of the experimentees died. Those who didn’t were often in chronic pain from the experimental surgery. Quick engineering iterations and rapid prototyping applied to people. These rejects banned together to form the first hybrid colonies. Though they had a common pain, hybrids had a difficult time getting along with other colonies. Once they took to a tribe, it was rare to see them leave. Understandably so, as the tribe was usually the only kind of family they’d ever known. Their wounds and mangled bodies left them bitter, spiteful, and murderously loyal. Over time, the single colony split, forming many colonies, and each took to scavenging, repurposing parts, and selling them back to the Sikkas or to resellers in the Arc. Heavily armed colonies religiously roamed around the Dunes searching for their next big find, or decimating another colony to steal what they had found. They drove heavily modded cars that looked like moving boxes of metal with windows, and guns mounted from every conceivable angle. …


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0.1.11

Kaiya awoke slowly on the beach, with salt encrusted eyes. A flurry of voices cooing nearby. As she blinked and cracked the salt, she saw dark figures staring down at her with oversized eyes. They weren’t hybrids, but some kind of tribal population. …


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0.1.10

Kaiya sat in a corner of their cell in the hull of the ship with her legs crossed. Though her eyes were closed she was facing a sleeping Wraith in the cage next to them. “Gone” she whispered as she exhaled. Quiet enough that the others didn’t hear. Gone for all the things that were. Gone for the things that she was holding onto only hours before. She had entered the Drop, just the way Eros had taught her, by visualizing a single drop of water falling from the top of her head into her center. The focus was ebbing in and out of her, as she floated in and out of sleep. It was hard to make the world fall away in such an environment, but then again, that was the point of the practice. To be able to do it under all circumstances. Whenever clarity and focus was needed. …


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0.1.9

The Sikkas, hunters of the Wrannamen, held Kaiya, and her friends below the quarter deck at the stern of the ship. The Y was only a small point of red on an otherwise black canvas. The wind carried with it the smell of fire. Hushed cries from the Wraith occasionally emanated from the belly of the ship. Dredge paced the deck, only looking up to bark orders to passing soldiers, then it was back to staring out at the ocean. Thinking. The energy burst showed the exact location of the black stone. They were on their way to investigate another beacon call when this alert fired. The oddness of it attracted him. These kinds of rare Wrannaman driven events were happening at an increasing frequency now. Something deep was stirring. It was difficult to tell the pattern though he was sure there was one. The retrieval had gone as well as any of the others. …


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0.1.8

The following days sailing passed without incident. They swung wide out to sea to conceal themselves from any unwanted attention patrolling the shore. The sea was choppy and the ride was rough. Even experienced sailors found themselves periodically hurling over the side. They had not taken heavy losses but in an unexpected battle, they recognized they were lucky they had Eros on board. Had they not fired those grenades, they would have been dead. Nobody thanked Eros directly. Not that he needed to be thanked. …


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0.1.7

They left at sunset. Eros put his hand on the railing near the stern of the ship and watched the Y grow smaller behind him. He remembered the first time he laid eyes on this bay. He thought he had found paradise. A pocket of the world not yet totally corroded. All those years ago, he came with the tiny bundle wrapped in his unconscious arms. He thought this was the place where he could protect her, keep her safe, keep her hidden. He had to acknowledge to himself that he had not failed, that he had in fact, kept her alive for a longer time than he would have been able to in Imperial City, or on the run. Or perhaps longer than anyone else could have. He had given her a real childhood, one he never had. And he trained her. In a thousand subtle ways, he prepared her for this moment. His only regret now was that he wished he had told her everything he knew. It didn’t matter now. These forced, positive thoughts weren’t helping. …


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0.1.6

After the ceremony, the counsel went back to Town Hall to entertain the dignitaries, drink Hikka, and play a few rounds of bones. By the time Eros heard the alarm from their perimeter detection system, he was too late. He dashed out of the building, and grabbed his knife, desperately fighting his way to the front line. The crowd of people stuffed into the streets were all rushing to get out of town, or at least away from the Sikkas. He was swimming upstream. He came upon a Wraith that had made it far into town. It was whipping people with its tail, and stomping over those who had fallen. Eros ran up to it and stuck a knife in its heart, launching the rider to the ground. The soldier got up and grappled with Eros, but was off balance from the fall. The soldier lost. Eros struck once, missing, and a second time, landing the knife in the man’s neck. He pushed through people trying to get out of the city, and encountered more Sikkas. He couldn’t make it through. By the time he did, the Sikkas had retreated. Eros and Wellington stood bloody, shouting, “Kaiya! Arryn!” He knew she wasn’t here. They had come for her. Houses burned around them. Children cried for their parents. Men and women were trying to stop the fires from spreading, still dressed in their tattered finest. The ships had left, but some of their soldiers had been abandoned, left here to die. Wellington and Eros made sure they paid dearly for intruding. Bodies lay lifeless all around them. …


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0.1.5

Hordes of people gathered on the beach to watch the Leaving of the Light ceremony. The two mountains enclosing the Y stood like guardians. Flickers of fluorescent light flew off the Slide to the south from the bioluminescent creatures in the water. Families gathered with their children. The young took their partners by the hand. Some had small paper lanterns, others had lanterns nearly as tall as them. The crowd was quiet as the council strode from the north side of the beach to the platform on the sand. They wore long robes, each of a different color representing the ethics of the village. There were chairs nearest the podium for the elderly, though most people stood, creating a large ringed semi circle around the podium. The speakers spat distortion and buzzed. They were old, foraged, and in dire need of repair, but still functional. …


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0.1.4

Kaiya swam in her dream. She was underwater and scrambled to breach the surface of stormy waters, sucking in the salty air. It wasn’t really like she was really underwater, but almost as if she were in a simulation of being underwater. It was just before dawn though she could see ships, tall ships. War ships. The fine details weren’t there, it was like a low poly rendering of ships. Many ships manned with Sikka soldiers and palettes of angry Wraiths, and sleeping Trackers. Suddenly she was floating over the deck of the ship. Their commander opened his wrist screen and she saw the Y was their destination. Horrified, she looked up at the horizon and saw the Y coming into view. The council gathered around Kaiya in the room. …

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