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
tween 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