It reminded her of Ruetama. Not that Nia had seen her home planet--not in over a year. Maybe two. She'd been in a coma for part of that. There was nothing to remember, during that time. Though her eye moves up to the beetleform droid as it whispers at her, and she can't help but give a short chuckle at it.
"Won't be the first time I miss out on something because the timing is off. Don't sweat it."
Nia certainly won't.
Her eye was caught, then, by the nebula's brilliant colors spreading across space. Her brow furrows as she watches it, the way the colors move.
Nos.
It had been harrowing, escaping the Dark Sentencer. For a moment, she'd been certain that Cruger was going to kill Nostrand. But he hadn't--she'd activated his Gutter, first. He'd gotten what he'd deserved. Cruger had probably deserved worse, really.
The nebula shifts to reflect her own face back at her, eye narrowed and lips thinned. She and Nostrand had escaped the Dark Sentencer, but for what? And where was he, now?
Did it matter? He'd left her for dead once before. And while he'd come back...he'd disappeared. Again. It galled her, and she let out a brief, soft swear under her breath.
ii. initiate
When the Hosts start bustling with activity, indicating that the Theorem was launching soon? Nia wastes no time, doing as she's directed and strapping in--that, it seems, is something she's familiar enough with, so she gets left to it.
Though if someone needs a hand, the one-eyed woman doesn't seem to have a problem offering that aid.
The x'enuda are fascinating, but with everything she's seen, she's a bit too careful, perhaps; she watches them, lets them draw close to her, if they choose, but to Nia, they're still unfamiliar creatures. She does not try to touch them, nor does she let them touch her. It's too unpredictable. Nia can't trust it.
iii. foreword
Nia stepped into the cavern, and stopped dead in her tracks. There was a slight sense of wonder--the cavern itself was enormous, and the fact that it was full of spaceships made her heart lurch in a sense of excitement she hadn't felt in a while.
It also reminded her, uncomfortably, of the Pavilion and the Dark Sentencer. Her attention is distracted from the looming presentation for only a moment, though her eye flicks to the map--the galaxies were entirely unfamiliar. In part, that calmed her, because that meant the Dark Sentencer, that the Houses of the Star Supremacy, were unlikely to be able to find her.
And clearly, there were other decisions to be made, as well.
Nia wasn't certain about the ships--she'd have to look them over, see if they held any familiarity. That could come in time. But for now, she turned her attention to the packaged goods, and what they represented.
Security--set a thief to catch--what? She supposed that was the easy answer; she'd certainly kept her eye (no pun intended) on a number of inmates as the Glass Widow. But that seemed distasteful. She only had small skill in medical treatment. The potential there was for more harm than any good. Science and engineering, while interesting, were beyond her skill level.
Research and Archives--that was tempting, but there was something of a learning curve there, too. Which left her with Support.
Well, she mused, they couldn't all be big damn heroes. Someone had to wash the dishes and clean the toilets. With a shrug, she picked up that parcel and tucked it beneath her arm.
Sister Spider (Nia Worn) | The Amory Wars: Vaxis I
It reminded her of Ruetama. Not that Nia had seen her home planet--not in over a year. Maybe two. She'd been in a coma for part of that. There was nothing to remember, during that time. Though her eye moves up to the beetleform droid as it whispers at her, and she can't help but give a short chuckle at it.
"Won't be the first time I miss out on something because the timing is off. Don't sweat it."
Nia certainly won't.
Her eye was caught, then, by the nebula's brilliant colors spreading across space. Her brow furrows as she watches it, the way the colors move.
Nos.
It had been harrowing, escaping the Dark Sentencer. For a moment, she'd been certain that Cruger was going to kill Nostrand. But he hadn't--she'd activated his Gutter, first. He'd gotten what he'd deserved. Cruger had probably deserved worse, really.
The nebula shifts to reflect her own face back at her, eye narrowed and lips thinned. She and Nostrand had escaped the Dark Sentencer, but for what? And where was he, now?
Did it matter? He'd left her for dead once before. And while he'd come back...he'd disappeared. Again. It galled her, and she let out a brief, soft swear under her breath.
ii. initiate
When the Hosts start bustling with activity, indicating that the Theorem was launching soon? Nia wastes no time, doing as she's directed and strapping in--that, it seems, is something she's familiar enough with, so she gets left to it.
Though if someone needs a hand, the one-eyed woman doesn't seem to have a problem offering that aid.
The x'enuda are fascinating, but with everything she's seen, she's a bit too careful, perhaps; she watches them, lets them draw close to her, if they choose, but to Nia, they're still unfamiliar creatures. She does not try to touch them, nor does she let them touch her. It's too unpredictable. Nia can't trust it.
iii. foreword
Nia stepped into the cavern, and stopped dead in her tracks. There was a slight sense of wonder--the cavern itself was enormous, and the fact that it was full of spaceships made her heart lurch in a sense of excitement she hadn't felt in a while.
It also reminded her, uncomfortably, of the Pavilion and the Dark Sentencer. Her attention is distracted from the looming presentation for only a moment, though her eye flicks to the map--the galaxies were entirely unfamiliar. In part, that calmed her, because that meant the Dark Sentencer, that the Houses of the Star Supremacy, were unlikely to be able to find her.
And clearly, there were other decisions to be made, as well.
Nia wasn't certain about the ships--she'd have to look them over, see if they held any familiarity. That could come in time. But for now, she turned her attention to the packaged goods, and what they represented.
Security--set a thief to catch--what? She supposed that was the easy answer; she'd certainly kept her eye (no pun intended) on a number of inmates as the Glass Widow. But that seemed distasteful. She only had small skill in medical treatment. The potential there was for more harm than any good. Science and engineering, while interesting, were beyond her skill level.
Research and Archives--that was tempting, but there was something of a learning curve there, too. Which left her with Support.
Well, she mused, they couldn't all be big damn heroes. Someone had to wash the dishes and clean the toilets. With a shrug, she picked up that parcel and tucked it beneath her arm.