Nero Blood

Oh, slag.

It’s always been one of my biggest flaws. I barrel in w

did I not t

rk planet that is Isroth, my entire

trol the Kinduri and employ them. He has thousands of them here and on Ga

yrillius knowing I’m a Nero will be so much wors

l us

he’s use

t and smack right into the view port window. It’s ne

olars’ worth in the three lunars I was on Salyps

try to do is even possible. But

into my own mind. I reach out into my own br

this, I whisp

s is even possible,

ve to

a shelf. I picture myself taking them, one by one. I take them t

e the memory of my escape to the Airspace. I take the memory of seeing

ations with Valen, and put them inside. I take the time he came to me on The Corsair and the best moments of m

on Salypso and every second o

alen, serving Cyrillius. I place all thoughts of Ed

lose it

emories, but to hide them. Where

ast five lunars

oka

and my eyes open once more. I find him l

ly the truth. My voice sounds tinny from the col

you kind of looked like you were either going to

ugh, shakin

traight. “I’m about to march into the heart of Isroth and try to do something i

can’t really describe. “I know that’s not

d,” the Frank’s voice interrupts whatever ban

eyes go back t

les can’t be more than ten stories high. It sits behind the Presidential Compound and from the blue lig

ing facilities, big buildings I know are crop fields, hangars w

, no more than three stories tall. It’s made out of some kind of black material, but it’s

ween buildings, dictating how the base was built. I see hangars that have been buil

ry single one of them is dre

milling about. All dressed in th