Vong War Annals – “Where Does the Time Go?” 09.20.2013

“What’s this about?” Alextravia Grantarii asked Janet Wyler as they headed to a meeting at ops.

“I…well, it’s…something I should know but…it’s secret. Top secret,” she replied to her old friend from back in the Katarn Commando days. She winced at her lame excuse. Was she getting that old and forgetful? “It’s not to be discussed until we arrive.” Alex seemed to accept this and she breathed a sigh of relief.

While they made their way to ops, Janet’s husband Mark and their daughter Asya worked their magic to repair the Stormcrow. Mark’s brother Trevvik lent them a hand – he tried to, anyway.

“Give me that thing,” Mark said, his voice sounding muffled coming from somewhere deep inside the control panel he was working on. He was lying halfway through an access passage down along the floor, his legs sticking out from it. His palm was held out for whatever tool he wanted.

A tool was slapped into his hand. “This one, dad?” It disappeared and in a moment his reply: “Yup.”

“All right, now that other one that goes to that… for that thing.”

Again the open hand and Asya’s psychic link to the exact tool Mark was looking for. Trevvik sighed and rubbed a hand over his head. Realizing he was useless here, he said, “I’m going to go hunt me some caf. And add a little something to it, if you get my meaning. How about you, bro? Anything?”

“I’ll take some, Uncle Vik,” Asya chimed in. He made a face.

“What? Sorry, kiddo. You’re too young.”

“I’m thirteen!” she protested and tried to stand taller as though that would prove her advanced age.

“Naw. You get water. I’ll be back,” he replied, leaving Asya sulking.


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