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She hated to give Grippy up for the time it’d take her to get a read on this guy, but somebody had to press the release buttons, and it certainly wasn’t going to be her, or Bero.
Who pressed the release buttons for her?
All first Prime cities were named after the company’s founder and original CEO, Alexandra Halston.
Prime is a fucking company??? Wel then, shdnt the first CEO be Bezos? That would suck.
You didn’t spend hours out of your day carving out a prosthetic for someone whose comfort and safety you didn’t care about.
Unless he is manipulating you to get you to trust him.
Is Tomas the Nazca spy Biran hired?
His hand slipped up the back of her neck and ripped the plug from her lifepack.
Fuck! Duplicitous bastard!
This is Nazca Cepko. I’ve got her. We’re on board The Light of Berossus, currently stationed outside Farion-X2 Station. Situation is critical. The AI is hostile. Time is limited. Here she is.” I’ve got her.
ETF??? Cepko has Her , on the Bero, back in Brian’s time???
And he’s just pulled her plug, in the future!?!?
Her head jerked back, trying to smash Tomas’s helmet with the back of hers to at least take him out with her. The bubble of her helmet bounced off his cheek. He’d already disconnected.
Right, the station has a breathable atmosphere.
The window had changed. Where the smear of light that had once been Ada Prime drifted, two faintly glowing spheres circled each other. She’d know them anywhere. Had dreamed of them every night since she’d awoken to this fresh hell. Ada. And the Casimir Gate. She went limp in his grasp, all the fight seeping out of her, and would have dropped to her knees if he hadn’t been holding her. His hand slid away from her chin, went to coil about her torso to help her stay on her feet. A coldsleep-borne headache burgeoned in the back of her skull. “It’s a simulation,” she said, breathless. “No,” he
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Omfg! Ada and the gate are still there.
So, is she still in the present, in Biran’s time?
“What,” she said, warm breath misting against the cold window, “in the ever-loving fuck is going on?”
Exactly!
“Bero is the Protocol.”
Aw fuck. Poor Bero! This fucking sucks!
In the distance, a grey shape closed upon them both. Slithering through the dark after its prey. “One of ours?” Biran asked. “Icarion,” Pilli said. “General Negassi’s ship, the Empedocles.” “They’ve lost it,” Lavaux said, barely able to contain his jubilation. “They’ve lost control of the weapon. Pilli, set course for The Light. Burn everything we’ve got. Negassi’s about to have a very bad day.”
Bero is the Velocity Weapon.
Poor Bero!
She picked up a handblaster and stroked the smooth, matte black side against her fingers. Nothing in her life had ever felt as solid as that object. It held the weight of her promise in its sleek body. She picked a holster to match and outfitted herself as Nox selected his own weapons. When they finished, she felt twenty pounds heavier. That weight gave her hope. Made her feel like she could affect the world, like it would bend to her now. That she was enough. She’d have to be. Arden and Lolla were counting on her. “Come on,” she said, holstering a final handblaster. “Let’s go get our nerds
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Jules is gonna kick some serious ass!
“Oh.” He sat back down.
Should be “they” say back down.
A: How will I recognize you? SF: Shouldn’t be hard. The connection cut. “What is that supposed to mean?” Nox asked. Arden shrugged. “Probably has, like, a necklace with a silver fang on it or something. Not too hard to figure that out.”
Or she’ll be the one with the army!
No way the plastiskin patch was that good at healing. She swallowed once, hard, remembering the flash of silver as the Keeper drug had evaporated into her skin. “Yeah,” she said, pressing the patch back down and faking a pained grimace. “I’m sure.”
This is a wonder-drug that they’re dealing with here!
He’d lost his only friend. He wasn’t losing his sister. Not again.
Did Lavaux actually kill Biran’s friend, Anaia ? Why did she fuck with their tracking of Bero???
Biran hit the auto-return and the winch system went into overdrive, jerking the soldier toward the Prime ship as quickly as its little engine could turn. The soldier reached the deck, and Biran closed the door.
I don’t get it. Did all this happen in vacuum??
Without a word, he spun her ludicrous chair around to face a mirror on the wall, then held up the tablet behind her head. The scarring was subtle, but she could see it through the wispy remains of the hair she’d chopped off. Hesitantly, she reached up, parted her hair with shaking fingers. She knew that scar. Had seen it on the back of Keepers’ necks all her life. Usually they kept the area shaved, to show off their status. Just looking at it brought her headache screaming back.
Well this is another big plot twist!
YEAR 3541
Now, this is in the Atrux system, TWO YEARS EARLIER.
Seeing herself in the faces of those first few pioneers reminded her that not all of her family history was bullshit. She could be something, maybe. Her ancient ancestors had reached for the stars and taken them for their own. Maybe she could make something her own, too, someday. If
The importance of representation and cultural history and identity.
“You need me?” she shouted. “Why don’t you show yourself?” “People,” the woman sighed out the word. “So focused on sight.”
So, is this woman not a person?
“I am one of Rainier Lavaux,
“One of” Rainier Lavaux?? Keeper Lavaux’s wife?
a Casimir, she was calling it, as a cheeky wink to the science she still did not understand—
???
PRIME STANDARD YEAR 3541 PRIME STANDARD YEAR 3543
Jules, two years later. She’s been in stasis for two years???
