It has been some time since I have posted and I thought it was time for a little update on how the writing world is treating me.
I have commenced working on freelancer which I have got a wide variety of work from .
https://www.freelancer.com/hireme/carolynwagner84
Also working on airtasker:
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You can hire me through either of these if you like my work and are interested in getting some writing done.
I've been doing some travel blogs which you can find on
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I have also launched my website which you can see at this also includes my acting, writing and film making work.
https://carolynwagner84.wixsite.com/carolynsternes
I hope you enjoy it all. I have been linking everything in together onto the one site. Thank you for reading and stay tuned for more blogs that will be coming soon now that I am back into the swing of things.
Oh and also I got married. So I will now be writing under Carolyn Sternes. :)
Carolyns writing life
Without writing there is no life.
Saturday, 21 March 2020
Started With a Smile
I remember it started with a smile,
When my first audition squeaked out and was vile.
The director saw something in me,
Something no-one else ever did see.
Not long after I got the call to be a dancer,
A flabbergasted yes I believe was my answer.
The smile she greeted me with on audition day,
Continued to greet me as I learnt to dance many a way.
Hercules my first show at Beenleigh,
Gave me confidence to be all I could be.
On stage, backstage and in a one act play,
I wouldn't have it any other way.
Bugsy, AEE, Jesus Christ superstar,
Helped me learn I could go far.
Dusty, Grease and Knock at the Door,
Reminded me what I got into it for.
I've been in films and TV here and overseas,
Many thanks to what I learned at BTG.
Friendships and couples have started and continue to grow,
I even convinced family to start being in shows.
Since I set foot on that stage it's been a while.
But I will always remember where it started with a smile.
When my first audition squeaked out and was vile.
The director saw something in me,
Something no-one else ever did see.
Not long after I got the call to be a dancer,
A flabbergasted yes I believe was my answer.
The smile she greeted me with on audition day,
Continued to greet me as I learnt to dance many a way.
Hercules my first show at Beenleigh,
Gave me confidence to be all I could be.
On stage, backstage and in a one act play,
I wouldn't have it any other way.
Bugsy, AEE, Jesus Christ superstar,
Helped me learn I could go far.
Dusty, Grease and Knock at the Door,
Reminded me what I got into it for.
I've been in films and TV here and overseas,
Many thanks to what I learned at BTG.
Friendships and couples have started and continue to grow,
I even convinced family to start being in shows.
Since I set foot on that stage it's been a while.
But I will always remember where it started with a smile.
Monday, 9 September 2013
Free but not free
Free. Cured. Better. Gone.
But not really gone. Though
physically no longer there, still always there. Like a rock thrown into a pond
once below the surface can no longer be seen but has changed the foundation of
the pond forever.
Phrases like “So brave.” “So
proud.” “So amazing.” Are often heard uttered but I can never quiet see why. I
didn’t actually do anything. I am most certainly not the one who deserves the
credit. It sometimes even feels like I was not even there myself but was
looking on to someone else’s life. But I guess at such a young age the affect
was harder on others than it was on me.
“You have cancer… cancer… cancer…
cancer” I could imagine the word echoed around my parents heads. Meanwhile I
just kept trying to watch the TV that was playing over his shoulder. Come on
man Sylvester is trying to get Tweetie and I am trying to see what is going to
happen. He prattled on about the drugs and the surgery and the side effects and
I watched as Sylvester failed with a ladder and then failed tightrope walking
across the clothes line. Then the screen went black.
“You’re not even listening,” said
Dad.
“I was so they need to give me
drugs and I’ll be sick and then more operations,” I replied.
“Your hair will probably fall out
as well,” the doctor continued. Those were the first words to hit home. It was
just getting past my shoulders. I’d always had trouble growing it. People
thought I was a boy at the age of 2 because I had no hair. To the point mum
even sticky taped a bow to my head.
“All of it?” I asked.
“It affects everyone differently.
But most of the time it would be all of it.”
Fall out it did. Most of it until
all that was left was some horrendous straw looking stray bits that we ended up
shaving off. Then I was GI Jane. My favourite new phrase was “Draw a line down
the middle of my head so it looks like a butt.” Yes Cool Running’s was one of
my favourite movies at the time.
Numerous rounds of chemo and
surgery later and they gave me the all clear. I had 6 monthly check-ups, then
they became annual and then bi-annual and then at the 10 year mark they said well-done
we don’t need to see you again.
There’s not a day that goes by
that I don’t think about it so it’s never really gone. Each morning before the
shower I look at the surgical scars and wonder how much better I would look
without them. Would my belly protrude as much had it not been sliced open so
many times. Would I have tried working out to produce some abs that I now I
will never be able to achieve with muscles cut through as many times as mine
had been.
To this day it still affects my
career. From the age of 9 I was determined to join the Navy. I studied hard, I
joined Navy Cadets, I lived and breathed boating and weapons. I knew everything
there was to know about ranks and ships and bases and any information I could
get my hands on I did. My school career councillor spent a mere 5 minutes with
me as I told her that my application was already in process and that I would be
attending ADFA the next year and that was that. Upon leaving school and
continuing the application process I received that letter that crushed my
lifelong hopes and dreams. The letter told me that I was deemed to be medically
unfit to join the defence force. I got everything together medical records,
recommendations from my commanding officer all the cadet information and qualifications
I had and sent through an appeal almost the size of a novel. This was returned
with another letter telling me that they had reviewed my appeal but it was a
“Defence Force Policy” that people with cancer could not join. Think it might
be nice to put that on their recruiting information. The Navy needs you- but
not if you have had cancer.
I then made my way to my fall
back dream and struggled my way through with that as well. My second dream was
to be a performer and still is but so often does a role require a bikini or a
midriff or something else that will show of the wonderful array of surgical
scars that I have. Many a look at the belly improportionate to the rest of my
figure and walking away from an audition knowing that the role will go to a
thinner looking person. Gave a crack at modelling but without getting my belly
out the jobs were few and far between.
So failing my first two career
options I dove into and endless cycle of hospitality and retail not really
knowing what on earth I wanted to do with my life. I often think of calling
those that would understand and went through the treatment with me the people I
met at the hospital and then I remember that Heaven doesn’t have a phone. Then
realise that my relationship forming problems come from the fact that it was
too often I would make a friend only to have to say goodbye.
The final problem that I still
face almost two decades after my diagnosis is babies. Can I have one? No-one
knows and they won’t go poking around until I have started trying. Being not
far of 30 means a normal woman’s chances have decreased but a one ovaried
chemotherapy ridden ones chances have probably decreased much more. I say I
will cross that bridge when I come to it but sometimes I can’t help but wonder.
Ten years after my initial
defence force rejection I decided to give it another go. But once again was
sent a letter telling me that I was medically unfit.
Even after so many years of being
cured and the cancer gone it is still leaving its affects.
I am walking 60kms in a few
months to raise money for women’s cancers so women like myself can receive the
treatment and support they need. I have a very long way to go and the support
has been very sporadic. I understand there are a lot of charities and a lot
asking for donations but I thought perhaps that people who were there with me
through it all and those who know that it will always be a part of which I am
might help a little. Not always money but a little time with an event or a
training walk or anything that they can verbal encouragement.
But after all this morbidness I
am quite content with the life I have and more than appreciate the chance that
I have been given to continue life when so many others are not granted that
opportunity. I am generally a positive person but just wanted to point out that
some things are with you forever.
(To my friends and family please do not be concerned I am fine and I am happy these are just thoughts to paper.)
Saturday, 15 September 2012
F& GC #26- Villanelle
Don’t judge because you don’t know,
My past is something you will never
understand.
I made mistakes but that was long ago.
I’ve lived a life with nothing to show,
I thought by now it would be more
grand.
Don’t judge because you don’t know.
Sometimes we change and grow,
And often take a stand.
I made mistakes but that was long ago.
I had nowhere left to go,
And took it by the hand.
Don’t judge because you don’t know.
I sit trembling as though sitting in
snow,
And everything is so bland.
I made mistakes but that was long ago.
It’s like life’s dealt me one final
blow,
I don’t deserve this reprimand.
Don’t judge because you don’t know,
I made mistakes but that was long ago.
Sunday, 5 August 2012
FGC # 21- Noir- Blood Money
BLOOD MONEY
It was a rainy September morning
when this dame threw open the door to my office. She stood in the doorway with
a frantic look in her eyes. She was dripping on the floor and the white blouse
that was now soaked through gave me a good indication of what she may look like
without it and she was very attractive.
“I think my husband is having an
affair,” she gasped as water sprayed from her luxurious blonde hair when she
tossed her head. I groaned inwardly when she said the word husband. It wasn’t
the sort of case I usually took on but there was something about this dame that
I couldn’t say no to. I motioned to the chair across from me and she took a
seat. She took a seat and pulled out a cigarette. I immediately followed suit
and lit up one of my own.
“What makes you think that Mrs…”
I started.
“Black but please call me Jenny,”
she responded through an exhale of smoke.
“Alright then, Jenny, what makes
you think that your husband is having an affair,” I queried.
She told me about his late
nights, long business trips, the smell of perfume lingering and even a lipstick
stain on his collar that she described as a most hideous shade.
I took her details and an upfront
deposit to commence my investigation. She rested her hands on my desk and
leaned forward giving me even more of a view of what I could already see
through her blouse.
“Thank you very much detective.
You will be rewarded handsomely if you can help me out,” the words practically
purred out of her mouth.
The next few weeks involved me
following her husband around. He was a portly balding man that was way beneath
the sort of man I thought would have successfully bagged a dame like Jenny. I
discovered that he was very focused on work. He was a banker and from the
moment he left the home until the moment he got home he worked. When he took a
business trip it was work. When he smelt like perfume it was the linger of work
colleagues that sprayed it when they were too near. There was not a thing about
the man that indicated any unfaithfulness towards Jenny.
I turned my back on him for only
a moment one day and when a gunshot startled me to turn back I was shocked to see
him on the ground with a pool of his crimson blood spreading across the
pavement. Moments later I found myself being dragged into another detectives
office. I had been spotted following the deceased the last few weeks.
The sun had set and the moon was
high when I finally let myself into my office to sit back with a glass of
scotch. I had barely touched the glass to my lips when my door was flung open.
“He’s dead,” Jenny sobbed as she
threw herself into the chair.
“I know. I’m the main suspect,” I
growled. “You had me follow him and now they think I murdered the guy.”
“Oh Johnny I’m so sorry,” she
sobbed. I couldn’t stay mad at this dame but knew that I would have to find the
killer myself. I took Jenny home and she insisted I join her for a nightcap.
Never one to say no to a dame, especially one as attractive as Jenny I followed
her in. Her definition of nightcap turned out to be very different to the beverage
I’d had in mind. After many hours of passion in her bedroom I knew I’d better
head home. My mind was reeling with the possible suspects that could have done
away with Mr Black. There was the neighbour I’d noticed watching jealously
every morning when he left and even more intimidatingly was still awake
watching through the curtains when I left.
Name: William Burton
Motive: Wants to bed Jenny.
There was also the colleague that
claimed to be his best friend but whenever Mr Blacks back had been turned the
daggers came out. The upcoming promotion had only two candidates and with one out
of the way the other was sure to get it.
Name: Samuel Davidson
Motive: Wants the promotion.
A number of other possibilities came
to mind but with the absence of any gang related activity from the victim and
no signs of another woman there was nothing that indicated anyone else could
have committed the crime.
The following morning in my
office Jenny came in sobbing again.
“Jenny you need to stop coming
here they think I am the one that killed your husband,” I told her.
“I know Johnny. I’m dreadfully
sorry,” she told me. He perched herself on my desk and let me know that she was
interested in a repeat of last night.
“Jenny I can’t I need to find
your husband’s killer before they lock me away,” I sighed.
“They think it was me and won’t
release his inheritance to me until his killer is caught,” she cried.
“I promise I will find whoever
did this,” I told her.
“Run away with me,” she pleaded.
After a few hours of passionate convincing I agreed we would run when she
received her husbands inheritance. I should have known the only way a man like
him could have scored a dame like her was with money. With the $2 million she
would receive I didn’t need much convincing. We decided that I would confess to
the crime and then she would pay the guards off and we would drive off into the
sunset. I picked many flaws in the plan but she appeared to have a way around
all of them.
I took home anything that was of
value to me and left the office in a state that someone else could take over. I
knew I would never work in this business again. I turned myself in and was
thrown in a cold dark cell. I waited patiently knowing that as soon as Jenny
had the money she would be there. It seemed to take a lifetime before I saw
her. When she came to visit me I could hardly contain my enthusuiasm and felt
like a young puppy having his master come home.
“Jenny what took so long?” I
asked as I took her hands through the bars.
“I’m sorry Johnny,” she
whispered. We kissed through the bars.
“Is the deal done?” I asked.
“Of course darling,” she replied
pulling me close. Then my heart started aching. I hadn’t realised I’d felt so
strongly for her. When she pulled away from me she had a look in her eyes I’d
never seen before. The ache immediately became unbearable.
“Jenny?” I asked as I looked down
I saw a bloody knife in her hand. “Why?”
“Couldn’t have you taking any of
my $2 million dollars,” she smirked. My hand rose the pain in my chest and
pulled away covered in blood. I sank to the floor and heard her walk away
leaving me on the cold cell floor with my life seeping away.
Challenge- Write a Noir
Word Limit- 2000
Actual word count- 1188
Sunday, 22 July 2012
FGC #20- SPACE OPERA- Homeworld
HOMEWORLD
“Sir our starboard landing gear
hasn’t released,” Captain Marissa Vanson yelled over the alarms that were
sounding.
“We’ll need someone to release
them manually,” Colonel Liam Hunter yelled back turning to the two crew members
that weren’t at a control panel. The two of them simultaneously pointed to
themselves and raised their eyebrows. They each tried to convince the other
that they should do it and in the end played a quick game of paper scissors
rock to decide who the lucky one would be. When Dr Simon Grey’s rock trumped
Lt. Rhys Shepard he grinned and leaned back in his chair.
“You will still need to help
him,” Colonel Hunter ordered. The siren continued to sound while the two of
them raced to lower the landing gear. The ship pitched forward suddenly and
Colonel Hunter was thrown off balance. He caught himself with one hand on the
back of Marissa’s chair and the other was over the top of her resting on the
windshield. He admired the way the flashing red light that accompanied the
siren reflected in her glossy black hair. He’d intended to right himself
straight away but couldn’t tear himself away from her.
“Sir, are you okay?” asked
Marissa’s co-pilot Captain Steve Walker.
“I’m fine,” Liam snapped as he
stole one last glance and stood upright.
“Sir the atmosphere on this
planet is a lot denser than ours,” Marissa announced. “We are stuck in its
gravitational pull.”
The words washed over Liam as he
was distracted by her mesmerizing azure gaze.
“Sir, we are being sucked onto
the planets surface,” Marissa rephrased in words that her boss might
understand. “We need to abandon the mission or we may not be able to take off.”
“Whatever you think is best
Captain,” he replied. Marissa gave Walker the signal to start pulling out of
the atmosphere but found it impossible to lift the control column.
“It’s too strong sir,” she cried
as she took hold of the column with both hands to try and stop the craft
nosediving into the surface of the planet. She glanced over to see Walker
struggling as well.
“Is that landing gear down yet?”
Colonel Hunter yelled. Before there was any chance for them to reply Marissa
took over the aircrafts announcement system.
“Attention all crew brace for
impact. Repeat. Brace for…” The craft hit the ground with an almighty crash and
slid through the open field that they had luckily landed in. The impact threw
the crew around. Marissa’s head hit the control panel knocking her out. Hunter
was thrown forward landing over the top of Marissa, while Grey and Shepard who
had luckily lowered the landing gear were thrown straight through the aircraft
landing in a heap near the rest of the crew. The emergency siren continued
blaring through the craft until Walker reached over and switched it off.
“Is everyone okay?” Hunter asked
as he found his feet. There were a few groans from the rest of the crew except
Marissa. He took hold of her shoulders and gently pulled her back. The blood
was pouring down her face. “Doctor you need to help her.”
“For the thousandth time I am a
doctor in archaeology,” groaned Simon shaking his head but helping him anyway. After
checking her over the two of them eased her out of the chair and lay her gently
on the ground. Lt Shepard returned with the first aid kit.
“Is she going to be alright?” Hunter asked.
“I’m not sure,” Simon replied.
“There is so much blood.”
“Head wounds bleed more than
others I’m sure it’s just a graze.”
“Guys,” Walker called. “Guys you
might want to see this.” Simon looked up to see what had him so panicked.
“Colonel Hunter,” Simon snapped
dragging Hunter’s attention away from Marissa and followed where Simon was
pointing through the windshield. Coming across the field in front of them was a
few hundred soldiers.
“Oh shit,” Hunter grumbled.
“What are our readings for
outside the craft?” Simon asked Walker.
“Everything looks normal. Oxygen and
CO2 levels are fine. Pressure is a lot lighter than we experienced on the
descent and no sign of radiation. This planet is inhabitable for us,” Walker responded.
“I guess we should go say hello,” Simon
announced as he fastened a bandage around Marissa’s head and got to his feet.
Walker opened the door and Simon
inhaled deeply as he and Shepard stepped out onto the ramp.
“This air is cleaner than Earth’s,”
he announced.
“Earth seems like a lifetime ago
for me,” Shepard announced. Their craft had launched from one of six bases set
up around the universe. Each one thousands of light-years from Earth and acted
as a halfway point for crews sourcing planets further away. Earth as they had known it had become vastly
overpopulated and had depleted all its resources. The search for other
inhabitable planets had become a priority.
“I’ve only been allowed back to Earth twice
since my posting to base 4,” Simon admitted. He stepped off the ramp onto the
planet’s surprisingly spongy surface. Before he could say a word the leaders of
the army were in front of them.
“We come in peace,” Simon
announced. Shepard laughed at the all famous movie line but quickly closed his
mouth when he saw the planets inhabitants. They were all at least seven feet
tall, very broad across the shoulders and arms like small tree trunks. Their
skin ranged through many shades of green in the younger soldiers through to
shades of grey on the older ones. The soldiers stared blankly at them.
“Does anyone speak English?”
Simon asked.
“English,” came a response from
one of the younger soldiers. “Language commonly spoken on Earth. Known to us as the wasteland. Downloading
English.”
The language through some sort of
technology was downloaded into the entire race.
“You may not inhabit our planet,”
one of the other soldiers told them.
“Kill them,” ordered one of the
grey soldiers.
“Wait. If we don’t return to base
they will send more craft…” Simon started.
“And we will continue to kill
them,” the grey soldier replied.
“Please we mean no harm we are
just explorers,” Simon said.
“We have heard that before,” the grey one
added.
“Please one of our people is
injured. We need help. We are on a friendly mission and we don’t want any harm
to come to anyone.”
The grey skinned one conversed
with the green skinned one that had been speaking to them. The argument went
back and forth for some time. One of them wanted to kill the intruders and the
other was happy to help them out and send them on their way. Suddenly Walker
came racing down the ramp.
“She’s still losing a lot of
blood,” he whispered to Simon. Simon turned to the natives of the planet and
tried the pleading angle.
“One of our pilots has been
severely injured in the landing and if we don’t get help…” he started.
“Fine,” the grey skinned native
growled as he turned to the rest of the army. With a few grunts and howl unlike
any creature on Earth he gave the order to return home. A few curious onlookers
stayed to help out along with the green skinned leader.
“Follow us and we will get your
pilot some help,” he told them. Hunter appeared at the door at the top of the
ramp with Marissa in his arms. Without a word of warning all the weapons
carried by the natives were aimed directly at him.
“You did not say it was a woman,”
growled the native.
“We didn’t think it would
matter,” Simon explained.
“If anyone should ask she is your
prisoner.”
They all nodded and followed the
natives away from the spacecraft introducing themselves on the way.
“Our native names would be too
difficult for you to pronounce you may call me Shamrock,” the green leader
announced. He introduced Lime, Olive and Teal as his closest soldiers. “My
father Slate is the King of our land and is very passionate about keeping our
planet as unharmed as possible.”
“We understand that and we are
not here to cause any harm,” Simon told them.
Ahead of them were miles of bushland and open
plains.
“I don’t think she will make such
a journey,” Hunter announced.
“Luckily we are here,” Shamrock
told them as he held his hand up in the air. Then a door opened out of nowhere.
Those from Earth gasped in shock. They were ushered through the door into what
felt like a whole other world. The city was covered by a dome shaped force
field. The buildings were mostly green and glittered like emeralds.
“I don’t think we’re in Kansas
anymore,” Hunter joked. The door shut behind them and Hunters first priority
was to get Marissa the medical attention she needed. Shamrock led the way and
the group split up. Simon was taken by Lime to explore the buildings and
history. Olive took Shepard to check out the armoury and training grounds and
the Walker was led off to search for anything that would help repair the ship.
As soon as Hunter lay Marissa
down on the table in their hospital a bright light appeared over the table and
then she disappeared.
“Where did she go?” Hunter demanded
clawing at the table.
“Our powers that be work their
magic elsewhere. She will be returned to you healed. Now you should come and
speak to the king about your planet,” Shamrock told him as he led him away.
Hunter was taken to the largest building in the city. They had only just got to
the door of the main throne room when Slate’s booming voice cut through the
air.
“They brought a female with them
on a mission,” he yelled.
“She’s our prisoner,” Hunter
lied.
“Then why do you care so much if
she lives?” Slate demanded.
“She holds vital information that
we need to extract from her,” Hunter added.
****
When Marissa came through she was
in a cold dark cell surrounded by moss coloured walls. The throbbing pain in
her head made her just want to close her eyes and go back to sleep but she knew
she had to find the rest of her crew. She groaned as she sat up and came face
to face with a few curious looking purple beings. One of them was extremely
close to her. Their craniums were large and not covered by any hair. The main
thing that took her attention were the eyes. They were large and brown like a
seals and when the creature blinked she noticed they had transparent vertical
eyelids much like an alligator. Marissa rubbed her own eyes to make sure she
wasn’t dreaming. The other creatures made some clicking and chirping sounds and
stared at her as though waiting for a response.
“Where am I?” she asked. They
stared at her a while longer and then seemed to understand what she had asked.
“This is where we live,” one of
them told her. The women told her how they were not considered to amount to
anything in their society.
“That’s garbage. You should stand
up for yourselves,” she protested.
“That only gets you killed,”
explained the one who gave herself the English name of Indigo.
“We don’t have a choice,” added
Cerise. “We are merely a vessel to bring the new males into our world and when
we are no longer competent breeders we are discarded.”
“What do you mean discarded?”
Marissa asked.
“Like rubbish. Then taken to the furnace,”
Indigo explained.
“That’s awful,” Marissa cried.
She searched the cell for a way out but couldn’t find any exit.
*****
“Where have you taken her?”
Hunter demanded. “We have been here over a week now and everything is repaired
we are ready to leave.”
“She is still being healed,”
Shamrock told him.
“Why don’t I believe you?” Hunter
growled. Slate ordered the Earthlings to their temporary quarters. As soon as
they were out of earshot he turned to his son.
“You make sure they get off this
planet before dawn or I will have them executed. Tell them their woman is
dead,” Slate ordered.
“Yes father,” Shamrock nodded as
he headed to his own luxurious quarters. He lay down on his bed for a moment
and stared at the ceiling. When he knew that his father and the soldiers would
be asleep he made his way to the servant’s quarters that had been set up for
their guests and opened the door quietly.
“You need to go,” he whispered as
he entered the room. The four Earthlings opened were on their feet in seconds.
“What’s going on?” Hunter asked.
“Harbouring a female is
punishable by death in our society. So you must leave,” Shamrock explained.
“Where is Marissa?” Hunter asked.
“I’ve been told to evacuate you
and tell you that she is dead,” Shamrock stammered.
“And the truth is?” Simon asked.
“She is with the rest of our
prisoners,” Shamrock replied staring at the ground. “This way.”
He led the four of them through
the castle out through a tunnel at the back of the castle and across the
courtyard before taking them through another tunnel in a deep dark corner of
the city. The stench from the uncared for prisoners made them gag. Shamrock
showed them a tunnel where the cell Marissa was being kept in was. He held
Hunter back as the rest of them went ahead.
“You really like your female
don’t you?” Shamrock asked. Hunter tried shaking his head to deny it.
“The military would not allow
it,” he explained.
“What’s it feel like to like
someone like that?” Shamrock pushed.
“We’ve never been allowed to associate
with the females.”
“Everyone experiences it
differently but when I look at her everything else goes out of focus. My heart
skips a beat and my stomach feels like someone has kicked me in it,” Hunter
explained. “But it’s not allowed in my society for one officer to date another.”
The others are waiting patiently
for Shamrock to open the cell door. When it swings open they see Marissa on the
floor crouched over the body of the emaciated Cerise. Hunter dives forward to
hug Marissa.
“Baby I am so happy to see you,”
Hunter announced and went in for a kiss. Marissa turned her head to the side.
“You have to go now,” Shamrock
ordered. Heavy footsteps could be heard at the top of the tunnel. “We have to
go out the back way.”
“We have to take Indigo with us,”
Marissa announced.
“That will not go over well,”
Shamrock growled.
“If we leave her here she is
dead,” Marissa cried. Indigo stood up from the corner she was crouched in. She
took hold of Marissas hand.
“You need to get yourself home,”
Indigo whispered.
“I’m not leaving you,” Marissa
retorted.
“Marissa we have to go now,”
Hunter ordered as the footsteps got closer.
“Both of us or none of us,”
Marissa growled.
“Fine both,” Hunter grumbled.
Shamrock led them to a back exit out of the tunnel. When they reached the
surface he raced them through the city to the exit of the dome. Small
explosions started going off around them as the soldiers that were chasing them
started launching small grenade style weapons at them. One of the spears being
thrown pierced Walker through the chest. Marissa tried to run to his aid but
another explosion blew his body to pieces.
“Steve,” Marissa cried. Hunter
stopped her from lunging forward as another spear whizzed past.
“I must leave you here,” Shamrock announced.
“Thank you,” Hunter replied.
They run for their spacecraft and
hear Shamrock holding off the soldiers. They managed to roll through the door
with only a few minor injuries and no more loss of life. Marissa set to work on
the controls. Lt. Shepard was able to help out a little but he was still only
in the early stages of his pilot training. After a few moments they were in the
air. The spacecraft rocked around as the planet natives continued to fire at
them. Hunter glanced out the window just in time to see Shamrock decapitated
execution style.
“Thank you,” he whispered. They
ascended outside the planet’s atmosphere and jumped into hyperspace within
moments. When Hunter turned from the window to take up his usual gaze on
Marissa his vision was blocked by the creature they had rescued.
“What will happen when we arrive
at your planet?” Indigo asked.
“We are going to a safe place
between your planet and mine. My planet has an issue with accepting those that
are different,” Marissa explained.
“Can I stay with you?” Indigo
asked.
Marissa could feel herself
blushing. She looked over her shoulder and saw Hunter was staring at her. It
hadn’t been until he had tried to kiss her in the cell that she realised how
big his crush was on her.
“They will probably keep you on
base for a little while to make sure that you are not a threat,” Marissa told
her.
“I could never be a threat,”
Indigo explained. Marissa looked up when a scarlet drip landed on her hand. She
expected to find Indigo was bleeding but found her to be crying.
“It’s ok we will make sure that
they know that.”
“It’s not that I just wish we
could have helped more of my people.”
Shepard put a hand on her
shoulder.
“I’m sure if we speak to the boss
he might be able to plan a rescue mission,” he said.
“Don’t make promises we can’t
keep,” Hunter cut in.
“We could try,” Marissa growled.
“The last thing we need is a war
on our hands,” Hunter snapped.
“Like we haven’t had that
before,” Marissa grumbled referring to the excessive amount of planets that had
not been happy with them. She turned her attention to the controls and plotted
a course for home.
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