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In the back of my head I have been always expecting her to  show up.

Selina.

When things happened at the end of the global civil war and her and time and whyte and the Kilrathi we sort of happened.

The planet was hit by the targeted meteor attacks, cities were gone, massive craters wrecked infrastructure planetwide, whole cities, dams, hydro electric, nuclear plants nothing was spared.

Because the Kilranthi didn’t give a fuck.

Earth being pristine was never a care.

Hell we didn’t care at that point.

I was supposed to train Sel for Whyte who was training her to do Davey things.

We settled in after the strikes just raw and exposed each other for three days and I went with it and we talked about things, her reality, my past and growing up on the boats while we went through things in the shelter hole and perfecting our clothes, gear getting things perfect while I gathered my thoughts on how to train her.

Meditation, the way I was taught which is self mathematics drills into a breathing rhythm that has different drills to raise lower metabolism, immune system, sleep, thirst, hunger… her feeling reading me until she can mimic train herself in her versions… with the maths I teach in languages, we go from facing each other with paddy cake to cat's cradle to stick fighting or special force cqb hand strikes as we do those.

Two weeks later Jason shows with Mark who both were busy, Las Vegas lost the dam and the other stikes and Yellowstone.

Jason ended up in Japan with massive quakes and tsunamis and they helped who they had to first using other shelters and we head to India.

With the strikes and weather the volcanic ash they’ll see massive rain but the physics look stable.

And people and temples and people that can train us.

We actually settled in Tibet.

Who we were we could use it as a travel hub to temples and monks and people that could teach us better.

That was the plan until we were in Delhi when the Kilrathi came in ships and starfighters and taught earth how young and small we really were.

Then it was lessons as we tried to survive and be mercs and semi-resistance and yes… the Kevin thing was the Russians not wanting the first ftl to not be them.

Which I think was the time point.

We fought over it long enough he got underway and I got a taste of her need on family things and getting to her sisters.

Next day… she was gone.

…………………..Now… Now is on the other end almost four hundred years later and a lot of things in between on a space colony.

It’s a Heritage cow breed a hardy colony strain at the end of it’s life butchered with care and dry aged.

Rubbed down and the grill is seasoned and Jason shows with her as I have it on and started and a chimichurri sauce with green chives, parsley and garlic, good vinegar and lemon juice, zest olive oil… very south american and a splash of tequila too to match the mojitos.