Crisis, another late shift, she didn't have to oversee every recalibration; it was her department; her responsibility. Shit, so were they! No hurry, they were long asleep by now. She worried, he would be angry; sometimes she thought it all a big mistake.
Entering the darkened quarters, surprised by his voice in the other room she tiptoed in, listening quietly.
"...And that's how the spoiled fair haired
federation bad boy, met and fell in love with the most beautiful dark-haired
daughter of the Empire. Together they produced a perfect star; the sunshine
of two worlds." Tom gently lay Miral down.
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