baileysummers

I’m part elf but a weird d-bee kind. I thought I was just one of those girls that couldn’t put on weight and actually joined up to the Glitterforce here in Quebec Fortress and part of serving was getting out of Fostercare and my own place.

Power armor forces and those with my rating and flexes graduated out as lieutenants. A lot like fighter pilots to making 3600 credits a month.

To a poor kid it’s huge.

And I was “gifted” but still worked my ass off.

And dealth with the CS Human bitches.

Don’t get it twisted. The CS, in Quebec the military is all, and these girls a lot of them, a LOT of them are nepo kids. Well legacies, they grew up this class were trained home or got enough that they made up the officers.

I was a decent academic marked piloting ace so I start on base as a fighter pilot status.

And I’m good looking.

I’m more thin, dancer type with just the right or enough curve, long dark hair, pale green unique non cyber eyes.

I was an intruder on their social and dating scene and marriages, see a LOT of them were in service for a tour, find a man and hopefully marry up.

I even played the game.

I’m straight, maybe bi in theory but I had my flight ticket, a job, money, groceries and rent was on base. So I dated and I had fun despite a few assholes and there were a few of those.

Weirdly I liked dating the cyber guys, clock calendars and optics usually means they’re thoughtful, headjacks are good too, it’s a think with their head type, add in the guys that got military plastic fixes and even cyber prosthetic dicks… oh yeah cloned prosthetics are a thing, and guys are guys.

We’re just as bad and I considered getting the standard girl deal here.

We do that shit more, there are more built cyber hotties than guys and some chics do go the huge route.

Powerarmour and balance issues had me hells no, my reaction and sim times kept my top four for all my years in.

I knew, knew I wasn’t pure.

A quiet mutoid.

My vision was better, reflexes, other stuff like how you grow up and level off at like teens and twenties… no, I was growing, no physically but faster, better and better senses, even strength.

I’m a lot stronger than I look, I’m like Orc or dwarven male strong.

I was just over a hundred and ten pounds then.

Tall, long legs, graceful, it was all pointing somewhere until the battle at Crystal chasm.

It’s a mining place but also other things like Hazmat storage and it sees a lot of earth demons, elemental beings trying to feed, monster raiders and arctic demons and Xix’s.

It was a mineral train full of mined crystals we use in making our tech but these massive flesh dinosaurs with crystal spine plates like a stegosaur went after it and after we hit them hard enough they EMP’d us and then as we were shut down we were hit by another AoE electrical storm.

I was cooked but lived, other power armors too but we lost our reload teams and infantry and coms.

I woke… healed and up North into the wilderness saved by a Line walker.

He healed those of us that lived but took me as healing undid some old powerful magic that hid me.

I’ve elven, so is Sage.

That’s the Line Walker and he’s from Quebec just not the CS, warm blonde and very Line Walker dressed, but tattoos and some are magical looking and I was weirded out.

Sage was an eye opener, not into me whatsoever and he was a vet? Served in Greenwood and Northstar as a mage hire and medic, search and rescue.

He returned, made sure my CS allied that lived got help getting home before taking me to safety.

And a mutoid or elf trained in CS secrets I’m a dead woman, and might have been killed or caged for questioning before I woke up on my own.

He’s L’abbracaire?

It’s a rebel mage group vs our CS and like the “Fils du Libertie” they fight for the d-bees and have this whole old Fed of Magic line of us vs monsters before people.

Hence him saving my life and the others.

My racial powers are different from his, my senses are better and it’s after a physical at a Tundra ranger base I find out I’m part elven but a cousin elf type to the standard but half advanced human.

I might be off of Lonestar or Livingston.

Iron Heart CS has a genetic facility in Leamington.

“Livingston” is a bio-weapons plant, I know as we had briefings if they fell or had a breach.

Here with him was this Dwarven and Gnomish French community up in the mountains and far enough it’s real wilderness with real monsters. But with magic defenses and it’s a steading, megacrete and Megaclass stone or alien wood, or bartered or pulled in high tech and Sage goes from place to place like this opening gates on the line so traders can go through.

I learn more languages but also my powers… magic and psi abilities that had been growing and I’m what some call a psi-druid? Limited magic but I commune with the plants and animals but it’s closer to feels and readings plants take longer, but I can sort of get them to grow certain ways.

It takes time but it’s worth it, and I learn on berries and convincing things to ripen and send out runners, getting those encouraged to take root.

Animals are faster but you can’t really use my powers to say grow a bigger beef. I can manage them easily but I can’t make a cow give more cream. I can convince a berry plant to grow towards more sugars in the fruit.

Plus I’m limited in what I know plants or animals can do or need so actually learning farmsteading and ranching became a thing and once I had a year and change under my belt I made my way to Lazlo via the Tundra rangers and caravans but travelling after getting A 3rd hand rebuilt German Triax Jump suit.

But, but you’re a mage in power armour.

I’m a druid and I’m not trying to cast inside of it.

Lazlo’s interesting it’s changed in the last decade as Sanctuary was declared as the state for Lazlo and Ryan Chase of Rebel Radio brought allies and resources home.

The armour came at a price and that was a tour in Wintergrace at the Xix line and that was fine until I got out there.

Things are better as the locals say but while I was there there’s daily attacks and raids us going in to hit and patrol, them when they get numbers and they’ve hit a wall in losses and hatchling recently and the Calgary fires are still burning.

Some huge event had a cosmic being fight there and a real actual phoenix left the demon held city a crater that still burns.

And apparently the power spread out because infernals can’t get close so dino and other life is filtering in.

Wintergrace was brutal and hard and the winters get worse as they get angry but ice demons, winter horrors, things that go bump in the white come out and Xix’s have clans with psi cold resistance.

Spring, mating is the few moths it slows but by then there’s mouths to feed.

It was a hard tour so I stayed for another year leaving with about forty others after on a big cargo battle plane south for Merctown.

I had enough saved for a few months rent if I get a cheaper place, and I need to rent a small house or trailer… then find a job.

***Katya…. I was hurt, mad and livid and ready to go and beyond and Dad pulled me back from wanting to fix everything, learn and do and become everything and he sat my ass down with Sel-Mom and made us both mental health herb tea.

He calms me down as time her passes differently depending on your POV. It’s a god realm and more it’s like there’s layers of depth of being here and who you experience.

The first this I do or he has me do is to tell him and mom where and how I grew up and trained.

He is really big on who I am and what made me and my people as well and things with them and he really brings that more into focus again instead of things with Mom and Roman and all the other stuff.

I can only do what I can do.

I have oaths and people, people I gave hope to and my time and more to…he helps school me in that.

It helps but gods…I see Sel-Mom’s look as he teaches and train and we have all these talks.

Like that’s him, that’s the guy, my guy, home… kinda that whole Rhea and Tyler vibe but they’re them.

And there’s a lot to share.

Otherverse is a subdimension made by The Runelord race of Rune. They left taking whole cities and nations and resources and uprooted int tens of thousands of floating islands in Other Space.

Everyone in there was either a Runian, a Rune lord or a commoner, serf, slave or a summoned contract as well as several kinds of golem types by golemancy required resources so it fell by the wayside.

I grew up an orphan that was naturally smart enough at an early age to get out before I was killed, sold, trafficked or pimped.

I grew up a dockyards thief and rat earning enough in my squat and saving enough to get my ass to the Republic of Darokin space a democratic monarchy that had enough magic and military might to offset the Therans.

Swayne’s empire was basically a colony cloud that travelled and ate other nations if it could.

They were one of the safe places that seeded sane.

And taught commoners magic.

That’s a big deal home, when magic was power and currency.

Runelords could summon and that included resources but each casting takes a lot of power. In a lot of realms in Otherverse it was at least a ticket to the middle classes. 

I enrolled in their navy and trained as a ships captain for a small republic tug and patrol boat getting good enough marks and to graduate a minor officer.

A few years later and I meet Mom and Greyhawk and everything fell apart.

Sideways and crashing into Rune itself.

We make some lists, first is to train to handle myself or to start which has changed as I’ve been finding out just who and what I am.

There’s lots of stuff as Dad’s prepping to leave and join us and passing everything off to the people here.

Some things we use temples for like The Highfather’s temple lets Dad use a TDC styled training hall only it’s divine warriors so I spend days getting beat up and bounced around by Sylvan heavenly mercs and war spirits and well that whole Valhalla sort of dead and it’s the Highfathers temple so I do end up screaming my head off and losing my temper and raging and then after a few wins of lightweights that couldn’t handle my natural powers… I’d run into someone who’s stands me on my head.

I’ve dad’s body mostly, reflexes, strength potential, endurance, senses, all the brotherhood stuff meets the mystical in Mom with advanced psionics and decent fire magic.

Dad trains me like him and Uncle Mark? And how they all developed their powers over the years.

“You know you’re not human, but you don’t know that you’re brotherhood, or your mothers side, you know you have power but you don’t know your powers… this’ll show you more.”

That the bits of seriously looking into things with staff help at S7. They were dealing with mom but they have all the med and scan and metagenic research stuff so I have some of that as study stuff.

Which helps as like Mom I’m a Telepath first and strongest, seconded by pyrokinetics and reading, the reading edges the pyro because of my brotherhood lineage and how my senses play into observing the world.

And I’ve branch abilities that I’ve started with him and others in the city as he trades things away, gives some things to others but gathers resources for going back to Palladium and my people plus him, Sel-Mom and my own outfitting.

And it’s not just Highfathers temple but others as well that agree and I learn what they do, cultural things, faith things, “Racial” things that I didn’t get home as we’re survivors and after that long with regular humans the diversity is there and not.

Plus dad wants me to no be like just his little training animal.

So there’s things like Satyr parkour where you are running and doing parkour with fae satyrs and fawns through the city and off of things in the city including some stunt and racing popular parkour spots.

Swimming at several temple pools and places to learn for one and I train with other kids my age that died…all sorts of trainees and squires and souls my age or like the sylvan equivalent and lives go on here and the dangerous training is all volunteers and very much that vs demons and other things.

I get better handle on my fire both as psi based and as fire magic as Sel-mom and dad take me around to some of the craft places and gods as well as smithing gods and baking.

I’m not opposed to actually learning how to make things but also how to use my powers in crafts and doing things that aren’t combat and weirdness.

I do take the time to visit Lashghan and Vixen and learn about sensing tricksters and charming demons and things like the succubus and incubus stuff that happened.

It was likely a month but it was a Sylvan month under Dad and mom so by the time we leave for Millenia Island it felt like three for me and we gate through with the help of a crossroads fae that Dad knows and we came through with a train of four hoverbarges mostly of food, supplies and household goods for everyone and I’m actually glad to be back and stopping.

If we’re this far then you know who I was in New Haven.

Well a lot of things happened that took me from being married with kids to being here on Ryan’s Earth.

The Sylvan’s getting hit, had us hit too.

Oh yeah, not enough to get Sylvania attacked but bad assholes in the embassy paid merc teams and assassins to hit us in whole teams. They knew who were were through progress.

Summoned monsters unlike anything we have ever seen just showed up literally brought there by magic and we’re talking Kaiju or Godzilla sized creatures that hit New Haven at the same time as we were hit on Sylvania in what we thought was peacetime.

Okay and because if you know I’ll cut to what people ask most.

What happened to Sasha.

Aerin’s sister did.

Not the monsters or the usual assholes we’d tangle with but Ketsuya Naga the daughter of Sasha’s ex and raised in not just the yakuza gang part of the family but the Yakuza elders estate places of The Shadow clan.

She wasn’t on our radar either until she hand-picked a small army to hit us offworlders as we were in the middle of a summoning attack.

She killed her after dozens of mercs died and when she died and I found out I killed her, then, the entire railway hub yard and a more going off like a bomb.

Aerin went to Earth after revenge but with Joey and Sam to try and talk her down.

I was cut a deal because I was still needed vs the Monsters and did three years in House arrest before the attacks here stopped as Jenna and Kailynn had to go to Sylvania.

Needing a new start, Aerin Gone, Bailey in a coma and stasis in some ancient temple under the Tree slowing healing from Cursed blades we’ve never encountered before.

I couldn’t stay at the Holy City defending it, my issues and my kid in danger. I could hurt and kill too many people and there’s been no change for years and years.

So Karley invited me to join her Rifter AA’s.

Trying to do the job and help those in need in this world.

I fly so Lazlo while okay and interesting is too busy for me in a lot of ways and instead I moved to the Scar.

Yes Scarborough.

I found a twelfth floor apartment in a mega crete ruined tower and there’s just the next floors and walls over me. I’m a contractor amongst other stuff so I cleaned it good and primed and painted in the one floor I’m claiming. Then I spray seal it for moisture and then just filler and carpentry adding in old school windows, doors, hardwood flooring and I run hot water heat with a water heater and mini-boiler genny I build with a couple of laser lances and Ryan’s help.

I live close to the Lazlo area so d-bees, refugee camps and Burbs before the city and The Scar is sort of the same but there’s like a central block of city left where I’m at for about eight by eight blocks and nothing standing over twelve floors like mine the rest in Burbs and camps.

It sounds bleak and it sort of is. Up here we have the Xixtics but there’s also several bad winters. The minion war stalled out here because Calgary rift was destroyed but russian demons have crossed the ice in those bad years and that’s added to thongs here in the North along with things with the Coalition.

And that’s trouble from the south as Tolkeen was win and lose and Quebec bloodied them but they took Kingsdale and these Kingdoms and free baronies and such that sprung up all down the appalachians fell to the CS with militarily as there was this whole juicer civil war that happened there or economically as it just made sense for them to fold, take CS help, defense, industry.

And well the CS is being the CS with a ground swell of the best of humanity.

Yes, heavy sarcasm.

 I’m a bit of a loner when not doing things with the team. I like fixing things here and tinkering and messing around with my music but just taking my time not just at my place but making my area first a little better.

More livable.

Kind offsets the rest of me.

Which I’m also learning to temper more.

Living with myself as myself too. Sasha and I hooked up early for me and we got intensely serious fast.

I love Aerin but her and Sasha came with a lot.

We all do.

But yeah alone and by myself for awhile at least.

……………………

I had the oddest dream.

Not a dream, day dream.

I planned on and did vibro tool a megacrete parking lot area into ground and earth and that’ll be topsoil and even sod or lawn easier to camp on.

Every time I closed my eyes there was this woman, elven but not, sunbleached like crazy and scarred up, like roadrash, like a woman with a bad ex or ex’s or tortured.

She looks like a gladiator that wiped out on her bike.

But there was something there.

Something….deep woods but a lazy warm false summer day, coloured leaves highlighting her in hunting buckskins in woods that are lush even in fall colours, the way the sunshine hits here with dust motes.

I actually end up painting that down at the street level.

(Kero) He can’t gate or jump there but Kin’s pictures in his head of the area he wants to go is new to you. In the 3G’s and the Bushi federation are the Oni race worlds and while ruled by them like most galactic societies it’s full of many kinds of people.

It’s old and the streets are ancient and worn and at the same time additions and repairs have happened with magic and tech and in between and all sorts of “Asian” beings are here.

And it’s not safe either, typical of Kinsano it’s a rough neighbourhood with what looks like Japanese bred ogres but free from the splugorth but magic tatted up like yakuza, grasshopper humanoids, chameleon lizard men types, all sorts of things but bots… on the border between Bushi space and The Machine people under the Kreeghor there are machine people but also lots of other free mechanicals and borgs as well.  

And yet still all steeped in traditions and there are temples and buddhas of varying races and martial temples as well.

The city is on a massive plateau that is surrounded by mountains and as well as being ancient it is a mining, smelting, forging city and spaceport.

Air’s thin so cooler and scrubber towers filter out the smog but there’s a very dirty starport meets asian street market smells.

“Su-lan has changed a lot there was a lot less criminals here, less organized ones and more temples and just starports.”

He’s nimble in that used to crowds way and his robes give him some respect just built in and you feel so much here, strong lines for a desert planet, the gangs and other criminals, tech ,magic is in the markets and plain tech or even advanced stuff and you can feel, smell dark magic here as well not much divine but something demon/deevil minion war sort of power underscent.

He heads to this very Temple urban temple so a walled compound but inside is a martial school and temple. Very much like Astran old and like the old Chinese school pavilions.

Many races, ages, even kids, bald shaved and in yellow a lot like Shaolin, in class areas learning katas and moves or weapon skills you can see sword, spear and staff groups and two monks are hard sparring using chi arts to create light and heat and are doing Ashani looking things Ashani aren’t trained for.

There are greeters there but several older/stronger monks looked your way before Kinsano’s.

“This is the Radiant Fist Temple.”

“This is where we based and re-supplied.”

The thing is here Wilder must have the TDC cranked cause we’re not getting messages and pages and we’re alone. Good thing we brought our share of the supplies so we have things to do, we’re on Sylvan time for training and we have time to decompress.

Realizing this I start my ferments.

Wilder has them too and a barn with the whole thing designed for it. His are a lot more basic than mine.

Several batches of Kimchi, some with seaweeds and wild herbs, but a lot of his garden things to use up. Zucchini and thin slice root veg and squash add in nicely and turnip with daikon radish and squash with the cabbage and korean pepper paste turns out excellent as their sweetness blends the spice and they’re very good with duck or pork on rice.

I get his biggest pots and make batches of stock on slow, cooked down as fussy as Kailynn, but I eternally push the flavours to release and I make toasted soybean, fried miso kissed homemade soy sauce with a phari probiotic that helps the ferment despite the salt.

I do fish sauces but small batches based off crab, shrimp, and a sweet smoked salmon batch that I ferment in the same way as fish sauce.

Good bread dough batches.

I get that Japanese Hokkaido milk in through the controls and make butter, fast cheeses like ricotta, cottage cheese, fresh mozzarella, and using magic to reduce the water content makes things creamier and I make really decent yogurt given I can take the time.

And it sounds like a lot but it’s mostly done up the batches and let it age and ferment.

Nate does similar for hot sauce and a chili base and beer, ale, wines off the fruits and berries around and pickles.

He does a lot of this with Sel who does chowder getting really picky in fine tuning her version, baked beans, but a lot of baking. Not like hobby baking, her being obsessive about baking, getting things down, she took two weeks to get her fried doughnuts the way she wanted.

She could summon Charlie with those.

She even invented a chestnut dough churro that she can sell at any version of Sylvania and a lot of regular cities.

Though a cart with her chowder over a fresh steaming biscuit would sell in a to go cup real fast too.

And writing, my link, Nate’s detail and recall she can remember all the recipes she learned, seen family make even when she was little or the slave when we focus.

And yes lots of lovemaking and we are together or pair off, usually it’s a vibe from what we’re doing or at or listening to. And well it’s still as deep and intense but we’re settling into each other, knowing our bodies, sounds, feelings….foreplay and exploring each other’s more common now but it’s more like sex is a good climbing foothold or handhold to better. So we do more than just sex.

Sleep, tanning, beachcombing, surfing, fishing, campfires whenever we want them, diving, paddle boarding, Nate and Sel set up an airstrip on the “Ski hill” and using kits built hang gliders first, then ultralights.

And we get hover bikes going since we like those ourselves and with the CS Skybikes we modify to look less skully we have bikes we can fly through the sequoia trees.

And just to be clear we’re talking months as the seasons change and this place in fall.

Eternal Evergreens pull more pigment and make more oils as winter comes and it insulates them but they get deeper darker green to pull more sun…they look amazing and smell even better.

Someone planted winter/cold thriving plants as much as the food forest.

Not me though, Bailey/Tyger was here but someone else did the work in design? One of the first Kai and Tygers kids maybe.

As it gets colder Nate goes after select smells good and grills well with firewood kinds and he sets up his weapons shop and gun shop using Wilder’s tools and Oceanveiws.

And I started some woodworking and crafting with a few surfboards that started with nice designs and traction engravings in a L’honei style mixed with Aeran holy lander imagery, filled with solar recharging flexi so the engravings glow blue at night.

And a few hand drums and tub drums and a couple of guitars.

Wilder has plenty plus there are instruments here in Oceanview and we use them but I wanted to make a could of bluewood stained guitars so a couple of acoustics and electric but I use the colour to engrave it in this denim like country look, antler turning pegs and dials but most everything else is gold fitted except for the strings.

Sel does the leatherwork for the case and it’s a present for Nate. She added in hunting and fishing and tanning and because of Sel we have buckskins she made for all three of us mixed with modern liners and fittings like real use all the time clothes, and furs, we have furred blankets and the fluff and feathers in pillows and cushions.

The three of us harvested a bluewood fall with the hoverbikes and started cutting slices for fast tables for the incoming people and we set up a few slices in the forest and other places like deer stands or landing platforms for the bikes.

And lumber for later but we learn how to break down a tree that size and that’ll be for teaching.

We’ve a list of easy teaching things we want to train like building shelters and basic homes, earth, stone, clay bricks, straw and clay cob homes, deck, outhouse, plumbing basics, wiring basics, logging and milling as we will make all their lumber and firewood and more.

Wilder has plans on giving them the things they build and firewood the can cut and glean.

It’s not a bad idea they’ll have training, experience, goods they own even if basic and a shelter they can use on their lands as a camp or even a home as they build better.

And there will be others teaching other things.

Nate plans out a run and areas in several areas so runs in Bluewood, Pineview, The Holy Mountains here.

Nate and I started cutting wood in the North slope forests near Haven in Mainstream. We do this for timber and lumber that’s Spruces, pines and loads of hardwoods we put together for our cover lot. We’ll bring in lumber made, and some tree length and stud piles and pulp for the CS mills and firewood we’ll sell by truckloads to the locals.

The three of us camped and had fires and it was further north so snow some nights and Nate and I cut for two weeks and Sel hunted as we’re up in mountain slopes and she skinned and made things and hunted and cooked, smoked and preserved and even made jerky with herbs and berries, but more often cheats like her own bbq sauces.

But coming in to camp her working and a stew has been simmering since she started dressing the kills. There's blood cakes with mushroom dice in blood, salt, pepper and an egg yolk then steamed, organs in sausages or in organ stir fried dirty rice.

Her human and Canadian comes out as she cooks in this Maritimer meet Native meets Cajun and Newfie.

In fact we did some hunting of our own near the end of it and using magic I took stumps with us and we settled in as Winter started and we just chilled, made things because it’s a 36 hour day and we don’t drive each other crazy but also to have things for us and our place and gifts but also things to sell on Rifts earth, crafts and homemade goods sell decently but selling them is a great cover.

***Michael… I had looked into her when I had met the family and to see who Jason was I suspected Earth linked angles like Tharsis or Avenging Angels they’re that primal earth strength and durability types.

Which would explain Jason’s might and then Brighton research gave me enough rare few descriptions and portraits and they I had people look around.

Allyah (A-lee-ah) of Zaeon was summoned to Palladium by the cursed creature Simon Brighton, and into marriage to free her bound sister.

Aurora of Zaeon is the grandmother.

Zaeon is the home heavenly sub plane and creation of the Angel Azazel

Azazel’s damned daughter. 

Hawke and others were not pleased at the reveal.

No he’s not Luce, or Satan or Satalus.

Azazel fallen angel out of Luce’s host, and a duke of hell like Abbadon.

Azazel Lord of the Djinn in some versions.

Zaeon was made before his fall and it was during the creation war, or the Chaos wars for us it was a war vs all of creation.

We were not expecting the place to be as populated as it is as we’re pulled to the arrival gates.

Hard angels with full armor and footlances at guard.

The walls still carried scars from the old wars left as reminders as are the bones of dragons and demons and other things. Many angels but many other worldly beings here from places I don’t know.

Or Rabdos.

Floating cities and islands like an astral connected Skywood with human and very temple based architecture, Greco-Roman, lots of lines and art deco.

And flying castles and fleets of airships and a Golden tech ship made like a mechanoid sphere in scale but ornate like religious orb but starbase sized and with a dozen escort starships…soft whites make most of the background for the gold and mother of pearl like designs.

We’re watched on approach but no one stops us.

“Grey.”

I’m called that based on my hair but also my cloak.

Sylvan ranger grey as a cloak including it’d power to help you blend as needed.it colour and tone shifts.

But with my eyes and my grey hair that I made go grey naturally or eternally so my blonde is greyed out.

Well I’m still going with that and people might think a lot of things about me and Sel and Rai right now and the truth is there was a lot of shock getting him back, and processing that well, like really sitting and processing that had us hunkered down.

Not that it’s a problem.

My ship is a Spadrone model 18 and that’s a spade shaped as their design style wedge ship and mine is old with a fusion TFL drive and drop ramps for a cargo hangar in back and garage in front plus five floors and decks with things in my ship like a good kitchen, greenhouse nook with a flexi set up in the aquarium tanks that are part of the hydroponics.  Lots of fresh herbs, regrowing greens and other plants like cherry tomatoes and other things that I can grow in this little decoratie space that we can just eat off of easily.

Wood flooring in plats of the ship, a gym, a med bay, garage, dojo, cargo, armory, 10 bedrooms for crew if needed, storage and I have a music room and a library room, ship office and a nice master bedroom and observation deck and a general living quarters room.

My ship is out in the boonies as a lot call it and it’s technically called Greenside beach and it’s a long strip mall of hangars that are built along this mass transit train system and cargo system and it is a mini mall full of businesses but this place is busy even here.

Centre is the main place, Phaseworld is the planet created by the Prometheans.  I rent a long term hangar and landing bay which is the landing pad and itself is walled and has a driveway in and out of it.

So in the hangar, on my side of the fence I spent a few thousand credits and bought some storage pods/cargo boxes for storage units and I built a set of raised bed gardens here with some chickens.

Most long term people here turn their hangars to yards.

It’s called greenside out here because on the land side of the hangar strip is planned farmland and it’s tech built and serviced fields and tiers of fields all planted in nice neat styles and with wind, ad the irrigation feeds the run off which turns water wheel power as it is used and the farm roads all just drives through green.

On the other side is the ocean here and it’s like tourist nice but safe and still beaches so some business but still pretty natural.

Outside of pulling jobs, the cooking and other things I do in Center pays the bills and then some.

We were just getting adjusted.

We were just getting to going out and well getting things we needed he needs.

It’s weird.

Her Bailey, Imperium guy is in here, part of me but not all of him and at the same time she’s his and not and Rai’s and it’s still all of that.

Which we’re trying not to get flipped out by because…we’re both tired.

And we’re still us enough that it’s enough?

They left a message as we got back.