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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.
Final Destinations
Final part of the prologue and I will be uploading a more revised version of the entire prologue soon.

Prologue 

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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 décor 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 were 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 overall 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 scowered 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 was 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 officer 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.”

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