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She can’t hide anymore; not in such an isolated crevasse. If she attempted to leave it would just get her seized. All that’s left is to hope and plead with the universe to let her get away with this one.

It’s not as bad as her other offensives, she thought. But the state of urgency it’s caused has the girl questioning the frivolous value of the crystallized carcass she now possesses.

The girl looks into her hands to stare at the aurora of few colors shining back at her.

All this over a single flower.


The slow night has nearly ended. Almost time to leave, simmer, and start the cycle over again and again. But alarms rang for the Delta Blues in the unfortunate man’s ear. Sighing, exasperated beyond the life of him, he grabbed his navy blue badge and headed out with his coworkers to find whatever wayward soul that has committed petty theft.

Looking at the report; he gathered information about an Old Age flower going to the embassy for decoration. The evidence on the wall and the flashing images on the projected board gave him even more information than the other enforcers. He signed again, knowing his shift just got longer.

He's probably the only one who can find the thief, considering he knows her.


The eerie quietness is a common companion for those aboard The Scavenger or, to those who have been on the vessel long enough or even those who know what it means to work in a cargo carrier, The Lonely. It’s like an inside joke; people think the “lucky” few who spend life in space are happy. What’s happy about spending your time visiting other worlds to only look at them from the hold or hangers? Others who know truth know they’re not important. They are the ants, the shifty bridge that connects people to their wants and desires.

“Captain?” A lanky man walked into the center of the ship’s small bridge, He placed his hand on the head of the captain’s chair. The person occupying it seems to pay no heed to his requesting subordinate.

“We’ll be arriving on Orion in a few hours,” the subordinate finished.

“Thank you, Rowall,” the captain spoke, still not looking away from the subject of his attention. “You know you don’t have to call me that, right?” The captain questions, finally looking up.

“I know, but it’s fun to call you captain,” Rowall grinned at his friend. “I’ll be working in the lab when we land, if you need me.” The captain gave a grunt of confirmation. Rowall started to walk out of the bridge, then stopped at the door and turned his head back to his friend and captain.

“Get some rest, Oz. You look terrible.” There was no sign that the other was still listening.


The cold started to outweigh the need to run. She considered hiding to stay warm and be out of sight until the deltas finally gave up their search.

She could hear the low hum of the sirens passing through the surrounding roads. It would be foolish to continue hiding in the alley way with the bright lights of the speeders shining in the proximity.

She couldn't hide in the alley for much longer. The young thief looked for a safe haven among the scarce remains of old echo homes; she hid in a hollow cavity of the housing complex. There are torn parts of the building, mainly sections of the roof were gone as well as the walls. But even if it is considered degraded by Orion’s citizens, it was home to those who needed the space. The girl herself had a home away from home in the area. Her stashes of items like books, trinket, and hollowed crystals underneath its weak floor boards.

Trying to get there in her current situation would prove difficult. The usual paths she took are being surveyed for any suspicious activity, following the theft of yours truly. Trying to enter and exit the surrounding buildings could get her caught; the occupants could grow suspicious and signal the enforcers. Thinking, she decided if she could not go through, she would have to go up.


His speeder vehicle groaned and sputtered the obvious need for repair that would unfortunately never come to the Delta Blues.

The officers choice not to follow the other on their path of the streets, they wouldn't find her that way. He’s seen the girl, Anaria, loitering around near the restricted area complex section lately. No doubt, this would be her current midnight camp sight. And not a bad one either, most are warded off by the lack of mechanical structure. The only reason the complex still stands is because of the Dust civilians’ protest to preserve the building as a historical landmark, arguing that it was the only old age styled building left and should be preserved. They won the argument, but it was only a partial victory. The city refuses to restore or, at the least, maintain the withering building. But even if the outside structure looked decayed, the integrity was quite sound.

Coming to a slow stop, the officer halted his speeder two blocks away from the old building, and locked his speeder to the ground deep in an alley. He didn't want to tip off the other officers to their thief’s hide out. Anaria doesn't respond well to too many people cornering her. The officer put on his black jacket to hide the blue signature of his uniform, walking over to the complex to find his young thief.

Reaching the complex, the officer scanned the area for an entrance, or even a ladder to get to one of the higher levels. Looking around the side, he spotted something that could constitute as a door. It was an opening in the wall on the left side of the complex that is shielded by sheets and blankets. Lifting them up, he found what might have been a lobby.

He stepped on the creaking floor boards, hesitant on every step. The officer attempted to be as quiet as possible, so not to disturb Anaria, if she was already here, or others who may have taken occupancy for the night.

There is a surprisingly lack of dust or mold. Despite the city’s cold shoulder to this Old Age landmark, perhaps the citizens come and try to refurbish the building. Walking carefully, he finally reached the stairs. Pieces of scratch metal are placed on the gaping holes on every other step. The stairs creaked despite the officer’s efforts.

When he arrived at the top of the stairs, he could see no sign of life in any room. He continued his search on every level of the complex until reaching the floor second from the top. More fabric and crude metal were placed on the doors and back windows.

Although the girl had yet to arrive, the officer took a seat on the nest-like bedding in the room furthest in the back.

And he waited.


The climb up the roof wasn’t difficult, not exactly. Anaria’s gloves were attached to the sleek metal exterior of an Echo class homing complex. It was easier to scale the structure when there aren’t any decor or windows to maneuver around. But it wasn’t easy on Anaria herself; her hair piece of dreads were constantly moving in front of her face, her hood was blowing back so hard it felt like her overcoat was choking her, and the cloth over her mouth wasn’t helping her breathe either. All the sacrifices she makes for her happiness, she thought.

Anaria reached the top of the complex, staying low. The Deltas’ lights could still shine on her if she wasn’t careful. In a crouch, she shifted over into the corner of the roof and peered over the small fencing to survey the streets.

The sirens were too loud, too close. She flipped over, easing her back to the cool surface of the ground. The night sky was always nice to look at, all the beautiful planets and stars looking back at her. What kind of wonders she could discover up there, Anaria thought, the vast marvels that look so close, but was so far out of her grasp.

Her illusion was ruined by the slight static, disrupting the dome’s sky. The sirens have grown faint, signaling the end of her break and the beginning of her jump to the next several buildings, then to her “safe house.”

While running over the connected houses, Anaria gripped her bag tightly, feeling for the flower’s integrity. Some of her other liberated trinkets didn’t survive her excursions. The abandoned complex came into view, Anaria slid down the last building, her hands screeching against the metal of the building, trying to stay on. Her feet landed harshly on the pavement, one of the disadvantages of trying to escape quickly opposed to safely. Stopping to breathe and gather herself, she looked on to her destination she sometimes class home, during the weekends anyway.

There were plenty of entrances to the old complex, but she decided it would be safer to take the long route to the basement and work her way up.

Anaria opened the unlocked panels and proceeded down the stairs. The smell of must and heat was comforting. She liked to imagine that this is what it would feel like to be on the outside, outside the dome and its automated weathering system and illusionary sky.

Reaching the bottom of the stairs, she stepped in front of the door to the basement. Anaria slowly entered the building, being vigilant to not draw unwanted attention to herself if any guests were housing in the basement tonight. The precautions deemed unnecessary as there was no one to speak of in the underground room. She started to make her way to the stairwell connecting to the ground floor. Glancing around the room, she saw some new sketched pieces on the walls and floors. As she walked, her eyes came down on a piece close to the stairs. The wall held a man riding an old age space rocket around the moon. The style was well crafted and she laughed at the face the “astronaut” was wearing; a band around his head with uncontrollable hair sprouting out of it.

One thing did stick out; the moon. It looked too dark and ridged. Whoever sketched this must not have seen any holopics of the Old Age night sky. Anaria had rummaged databases for available information of nature and space that existed hundreds of thousands of years ago. Luna no longer orbited Orion, it wasn’t there at all. It was gone, like the city towers that reached the sky and the life of nature that surrounded everyone. Her favorite stories of the Old Age are written, not digital, in a paper book, something many have never touched with their own hands. She keeps her books on the upper level of the complex, along with her other ‘liberated’ items.

Walking up the several flights of stairs, Anaria is relieved no one else was staying on the upper floors tonight. She passed by a few sleeping bodies, careful not to disturb them. Most of the Dusts and Free People that take residence here know of her treasure trove. She’d let them come to her level to talk about the times now passed and the events that have yet to occur. But no one visited her when the lights dimmed.

Anaria finally reached her floor and made her way to the back room to place her new treasure safely away, under the floorboards. She lifted sheets, the substitute of a door, and stepped in.

She had not seen the familiar enforcer sitting until he cleared his throat, interrupting the relative silence.

Anaria gasped and jumped, focusing on the intruder, only to relax when she saw the man’s face.

“Slag! Kat, you scared me.”


Standing, Kat moved out of the shadowed side of the depraved looking room.

"Been having fun, Anaria?" He spoke softly.

"Well, I was," Anaria walks forward, standing in front of Kat. Her arms crossed, accompanying her exhausted expression.

No sound is made for several moments, the two were only looking at each other until Kat broke the silence with the shuffling of his feet and clapping his hands together, readying himself to speak.

"A flower, seriously?" He knows that probably wasn't the best way to start their heart-to-heart interrogation.

"Yes, seriously!" She continued. "I wasn't about to let it gather dust being used as decoration. It isn't just some shiny bobble, don't you see how important this is?"

"I can see it's pretty, but-"

"It's not about how it looks, it's about what it represents," Anaria took a breath, "it's called a peony and it's one of the last preserved flowers that were grown in Old Orion. And they don't care!"

Kat signed, he can relate to her frustration over their lax city.

"They cared enough to report it stolen," he pointed out. "Just let this one go."

Both of them knew who "they" are. The secluded governments, the ignorant citizens that don't give a second thought to the outside world, and, more personally, Anaria's parents.

He had met them a few times when taking Anaria back to her house after one of her "liberation" attempts. Her parents are pleasant people, if not a bit too clueless about their daughter's whereabouts. They're convinced she's in a rebellious phase. Kat knew better though, he's tracked her affairs enough to know Anaria and why she does what she does. Her crimes were harmless and no one paid attention to missing Dust books enough to track them down. Kat lets her slide on most things, but a filed in report had to be dealt with. Even when it's her.

After a moment, Anaria deflated her rage and looked down to the crystal she was pulling out of her bag. She sighed, saying, "it's just- there's only so much left of how Earth used to be. I want to see all I can and I can't do that trapped inside this dome."

They've had this conversation before. And Kat still doesn't know how to respond in a way she'd understand.

Anaria looked up to stare him in the face, "you feel it too, don't you? The need to be apart of something bigger, to go somewhere bigger rather than waste life here."

It's true, Kat felt the need to be more important than what he is now, to make an impact instead of standing idly by in the Delta Blues, the lowest rank of enforcers.

"For you, one day. But for me, I've grown out of the age where I can choose a new route. You still have time." Kat wanted her to understand, to become a more orderly young woman. But he's beyond the point where he still believes he can do that himself.

Anaria held her hand out with the crystal, looking away from Kat as he took it from her. He nodded at her and said goodbye, get home safe, and stop causing trouble.

"Do you think there's a chance I could leave, to live my way?" Anaria asked as he was exiting the room.

Without turning back, the enforcer responded, "I don't know," and left.


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