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The End. - Eppy - 01-22-2009
*Beeeeeeeee-*
Will stood looking through the clear walls of Corsica's Officer's ICU, watching the love of his life, mostly naked and flat on the bed, surrounded by frantic doctors and nurses, flatline.
Mia had begun having seizures again recently, shortly after dinner on board that bloody IND freighter that moved into orbit a couple of weeks ago. At first the doctors thought she would be fine and it could be medicated away as usual, but she had constantly complained of headaches, and then constant vomiting and fever, until she lie in that bed.
Her nude torso jumped, the fountain of blue hair trailing from her scalp thrown back as the doctors applied the defibrillator, but her heart monitor failed to move. Repeated attempts produced similar results.
"Time of Death: 3:47 AM, January 19th, 817."
"...what did she ever do?" he whispered. "Dear God, what did she ever do!?" He wasn't quiet now, evidenced by the long, spidery cracks trailing out from underneath his fist, in firm contact with the clear polycarbonate barrier.
On the bench across from the clear wall Sarah pulled her knees up towards her more tightly.
*****
A long, black Sabre's hull, draped in frozen roses, quickly glided past the unfinished hull of the Dreadnought Bordighera, coursing towards the small void floating a few dozen AUs from Corsica's orbital plane.
A Year Later...
Brother William (now short-haired), junior member of St. John's Monastery and Madam Lieutenant Director Whitacre of Internal Affairs sat at a small, round table on the edge of one of the Military's old recreational boat launches, watching the fiery sunset.
"To better times." Sarah set two crystal tumblers on the small, tiled table and poured two notable measures of some very strong Maltese bourbon.
"Bless me, Father, for I am about to sin." Will raised his glass and tossed it back with gusto.