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Besides, it was a great stress reliever when she got to fight the assholes in bars who equated her with the name of her ship. No one could blame her for defending her honor, right?
You could rip the Marine out of the service, but you couldn’t rip the service out of the Marine.
Her people believed that every soul had a good side and a bad side and that life was a constant battle to keep them in balance. The goal wasn’t to get rid of the evil. They didn’t believe good could survive without its counterpoint. Therefore, balance was imperative.
She knew that in the Clionea way, the dead were not to be mourned, but avenged. But Vas’s own people did mourn the dead. And while Vas had left their way of life even longer ago than she’d left the nuns, she fell back into their ways upon occasion.
Vas laughed. “I have too many things to look into right now. Sleep is for the dead.”
Marli looked up from her scanner. “I speak many languages, but none of them are machine.”
The lift slammed open and Terel and Pela came running out. Terel had a med chair with her. “Damn it, you have always been the worst patient. Why do you think you were in that bed? For my health?” Terel didn’t even give him a chance to respond. She bustled him into the chair, then pulled him back toward the lift. “Apparently, I have been very bad and annoyed the good doctor. Again.” He flashed a very Deven grin and waved to everyone on the deck. “Please come visit me in her dungeon.”
“I don’t think anyone will be looking for a supposedly dead gahan to be roaming around, but before we go, change into something that shows a lot less skin, and pull your hair all the way up. Look more deadly mercenary and less sex worker.”
She turned to Hallam who was hovering behind the co-pilot’s seat. “Seriously, I need you back there, in your seat. Buckled. Now. Or I will leave your ass on this planet and there’s a good chance it won’t be here much longer.”
She crumbled forward and didn’t even try to pull away when Deven’s arms pulled her close. “Why can’t it go back the way it was? Why can’t I just kill things?”
It was like assembling a blaster with fifteen pieces lying around but only needing twelve.
What she wanted was a few more drinks, then for all of them to run off somewhere and hide. Vas wasn’t a coward, but she was a pragmatist. This universe was in for a world of hurt and for the first time in her adult life she didn’t know if she could fight hard enough to stop it.
