Join Date: Oct 2005
A face fluttered from the recesses, haunting, familiar. Teasing, inviting... Their lips had locked, then their arms, then...
That old movie, suffering and war. Liz piloted the orbital cruise liner, taking her down, down, into the carnage and destruction, resolute, as weaponized plasma fountained sublimely around the ship. He snorted and brushed her off. 'Hunh, a space queen with guts.'
Blackness replaced image, as his body devoted energy to the task of gathering tactile data and getting his limbs on line.