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© 2019 by Walter Reimer
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ahro
After Varan had left, Meredith spent the night in her room at her parent’s house, leaving just after breakfast for the spaceport to Magus Station.
She was sitting in the departure lounge, reading the latest news. A lot of it was local to This Far, along with a few other colonies in the stellar neighborhood. News from elsewhere in the Colonies, or from the Core, was sporadic at best.
The mare turned at a tap on her shoulder and she grinned at the Komodo dragon standing behind her. “Fuji!” Meredith got out of her seat and the two embraced. “How have you been doing?”
“Not bad,” Fuji replied. “Got caught out in the rain while meditating.” He raised a brow at the padd in her paws. “The news?”
“I’m all caught up on Monsoon Poultry Hospital,” Meredith replied with a shrug. She grinned. “Varan was at my parent’s house when I got there.”
“Was she? I’d heard here and there that an Imperial ship was in the system. What was she there for? How is she?”
The palomino mare sighed. “She wanted to meet my parents, and she wanted to see me. The stress was getting to her, and I was a good shoulder to cry on. They can’t forget things, you know.” He nodded, and the two sat down. The bull put an arm around her shoulders and they both started to scroll through the news reports and notices.
“Huh, that’s interesting,” Fuji remarked, pointing at one item, which obligingly expanded so they could both read it. “The Colonial Legislature’s back up and running.”
“Yeah, aboard the Shaka,” Meredith added. “That’s a good defensive move until we can be sure the Confed won’t pull the stunt they did to burn New Horizon.” She smiled at Fuji as he covered her paw with his. “I just hope this war gets over before more people end up dying.” She gestured at a follow-up article, and as it expanded she remarked, “Deus.”
“What?”
“Here, take a look.” It was a terse announcement from the Inter-colonial Commerce Syndicate that several cargo ships were overdue at their ports. Companies such as Transcosm were voicing concern about the disappearances.
It was easy to read between the lines. The various cargo lines were starting to fear that there were Confed ships hunting in Colonial space.
Meredith blanked the padd, folded it up and stuffed it in her pocket. “I suppose,” she said carefully, trying to sound reassuring, “that they won’t try to go this deep.”
“Yes, it’s pretty far into Imperial-held territory,” Fuji said, mirroring both her budding worry and her effort to be reassuring.
Their paws sought each other out, and they continued to hold each other’s paw until the shuttle docked with the Kiss Me in the Dark.
***
ConfedCiviNet
761991KXU2144
E’t: 1872900 Destkort, Meredidh
Gartabin, ‘Mifrakn Lō dah Thorfass’n’
Zā: AZB 319755 ‘Kith,’ This Far penār
Dorwin, Gartabin Yezhef k’Jen
Tar gar mevik, k’Jen-ti, ēn meke thējānin-rischūrrakhi ‘i?
Rērth olin tar lir.
Destkort.
© 2019 by Walter Reimer
Thumbnail art by
ahroAfter Varan had left, Meredith spent the night in her room at her parent’s house, leaving just after breakfast for the spaceport to Magus Station.
She was sitting in the departure lounge, reading the latest news. A lot of it was local to This Far, along with a few other colonies in the stellar neighborhood. News from elsewhere in the Colonies, or from the Core, was sporadic at best.
The mare turned at a tap on her shoulder and she grinned at the Komodo dragon standing behind her. “Fuji!” Meredith got out of her seat and the two embraced. “How have you been doing?”
“Not bad,” Fuji replied. “Got caught out in the rain while meditating.” He raised a brow at the padd in her paws. “The news?”
“I’m all caught up on Monsoon Poultry Hospital,” Meredith replied with a shrug. She grinned. “Varan was at my parent’s house when I got there.”
“Was she? I’d heard here and there that an Imperial ship was in the system. What was she there for? How is she?”
The palomino mare sighed. “She wanted to meet my parents, and she wanted to see me. The stress was getting to her, and I was a good shoulder to cry on. They can’t forget things, you know.” He nodded, and the two sat down. The bull put an arm around her shoulders and they both started to scroll through the news reports and notices.
“Huh, that’s interesting,” Fuji remarked, pointing at one item, which obligingly expanded so they could both read it. “The Colonial Legislature’s back up and running.”
“Yeah, aboard the Shaka,” Meredith added. “That’s a good defensive move until we can be sure the Confed won’t pull the stunt they did to burn New Horizon.” She smiled at Fuji as he covered her paw with his. “I just hope this war gets over before more people end up dying.” She gestured at a follow-up article, and as it expanded she remarked, “Deus.”
“What?”
“Here, take a look.” It was a terse announcement from the Inter-colonial Commerce Syndicate that several cargo ships were overdue at their ports. Companies such as Transcosm were voicing concern about the disappearances.
It was easy to read between the lines. The various cargo lines were starting to fear that there were Confed ships hunting in Colonial space.
Meredith blanked the padd, folded it up and stuffed it in her pocket. “I suppose,” she said carefully, trying to sound reassuring, “that they won’t try to go this deep.”
“Yes, it’s pretty far into Imperial-held territory,” Fuji said, mirroring both her budding worry and her effort to be reassuring.
Their paws sought each other out, and they continued to hold each other’s paw until the shuttle docked with the Kiss Me in the Dark.
***
ConfedCiviNet
761991KXU2144
E’t: 1872900 Destkort, Meredidh
Gartabin, ‘Mifrakn Lō dah Thorfass’n’
Zā: AZB 319755 ‘Kith,’ This Far penār
Dorwin, Gartabin Yezhef k’Jen
Tar gar mevik, k’Jen-ti, ēn meke thējānin-rischūrrakhi ‘i?
Rērth olin tar lir.
Destkort.
Category Story / General Furry Art
Species Horse
Size 71 x 120px
File Size 41.7 kB
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