Things Fall Apart: Just not this week
Alas, I have fallen behind.
Chapter 9 resumes either later this week, or next Monday at the latest.
Alas, I have fallen behind.
Chapter 9 resumes either later this week, or next Monday at the latest.
Pinnace Zephyr-1, 101 kiloseconds away from Zephyr. When Singer had been to David's Star before, it had been a port call by Vespa. She had been a midshipman, and had little access to high-detail imaging of their approach. Shore leave to New Anaheim had involved the passenger section
Zephyr, in far orbit of David's Star, 1.64 megaseconds out from Gliese-581 After Traffic Control sent them a bare acknowledgment and informed them the Admiral Himself would be with them after he conferred with the Governor General and the Tau Ceti Treaty ambassador, Zephyr was left cooling
Zephyr, surfacing at David's Star Singer had, as promised, gotten the sleep she needed. If anyone thought the sudden alteration to the shift rotation odd, no one said so. That said, all the usual rotation was set aside as the countdown to emergence dwindled. Singer, Alexander, Cadotte, Cordé,
Zephyr, en route to David's Star Sixteen megaseconds of catastrophic events had hardly ever deprived Singer of sleep. Most of the time, she was simply too exhausted at the end of her cycle to do anything but sleep. She did all her thinking, and over-thinking, on duty. She