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Time: After Season of Death
Word Count: 61
She once had money, power, and position. Now she was miserable. She hated this dusty backwater world. Operating this run-down brothel was boring. Her office door suddenly burst open. She leaped to her feet, only to be cut down by several pulse rifle blasts. Lt. Bracca stepped through the doorway,
kicked Natira's lifeless body, and stated, "Scorpius sends his regards."
Time: After Fractures
Word Count: 60
He was fast, tough, strong, and proud. He had won all of his fights. She believed he had a slim chance at the command carrier if he got in and out quickly. Fear and worry weighed down on her. She sobbed silently. As Talyn left with Crichton, Crais, and Sun, Pilot tried to comfort Moya, wishing Zhaan were still here.
Time: After The Choice
Word Count: 44
Aeryn was so lovely. He had always adored her. She concealed her warm wonderful spirit behind that cold Peacekeeper facade. Now she rarely spoke to him. He sighed softly to himself. Moya would have told her baby boy it was only an adolescent crush.
Time: After Incubator
Word Count: 79
Disguised as a cargo shuttle pilot, the courier went to Lt. Bracca's quarters and handed him an envelope. Inspecting the seals and finding them intact, Bracca opened it and verified the authentication codes on the message. The High Council of Peacekeeper Command had given him official written sanction to terminate Scorpius if he saw any signs of disloyalty in the hybrid. Bracca grimaced. He was now walking a dangerous tightrope. Scorpius was very perceptive at committing and detecting treachery.
Time: After Self-Inflicted Wounds
Word Count: 31
Zhaan was gone. They had no protection. Maldis chuckled. As soon as he could reconstitute his form, he would visit his vengeance on Moya's crew and enjoy their agonizingly slow deaths.
Time: After Fractures
Word Count: 58
She found it hard to concentrate on the conversations around her. He stood so close to her. She yearned to feel his touch. It hurt so bad sometimes. She loved him with all her heart and soul, but she had to wait. Katralla knew she could claim her husband, her child, and her heritage in seventy-nine cycles.