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I dragged my eyes open. The side of my face was still smarting from where I’d whacked into the wall as I’d tried to roll over. The first pale rays of sun light were struggling to penetrate the frosted glass of the window overhead. A tan arm smacked me across the bridge of my nose before thumping the wall. I lay there blinking tears out of my eyes for a moment. “Jeeze, Tabby.” Shoving the limb off my head I struggled to sit up. No wonder I had been trying to climb the wall in my sleep. Tabby s...

Chapter 3 Enveloped “Don’t believe for a moment that you can escape your fate. You have disobeyed for the last time, Warmonger.” “I am not yours to command, brigadier general. My attachment to this war was broken the instant you killed my Master.” “I might have killed her, but I still carry the talisman. You have to obey me.” “Why did you murder her?” “She was going insane! You saw what that creature was doing-“ “That was no excuse! I could have saved her.” “That is not your capacity Kia, you...

Methods of Control Huddled in one of Crass’ massive armchairs, knees against my chest, I tried to block the torrent of emotions coming from behind the locked office door. The Galactic Regulatory agents had arrived with in an hour after Gyrin had left. Shoving me in the chair Crass had ordered me not to move. A particularly nasty wave of hostility made me flinch. What is going on in there? They couldn’t possibly be arguing like that about me. The door slid open and I kept my eyes averted, no s...

Chapter 1 Twists and Turns Blood dripped on the conduit at my feet. Ignoring it and the burning sensation in my hands I struggled to tighten the clamp on the errant fuel line. Wedged into the tiny crawlspace in the ship’s maintenance hatch, I could barely move. But I was smaller than the droid we normally used for this work, so I got to fix it. The desire to use my technopathic abilities to help me was roughly shoved into the back of my mind. I couldn’t, the medication wouldn’t let me. It was...

Twists and Turns Blood dripped on the conduit at my feet. Ignoring it and the burning sensation in my hands I struggled to tighten the clamp on the errant fuel line. Wedged into the tiny crawlspace in the ship’s maintenance hatch, I could barely move. But I was smaller than the droid we normally used for this work, so I got to fix it. The desire to use my technopathic abilities to help me was roughly shoved into the back of my mind. I couldn’t, the medication wouldn’t let me. It was a conditi...