***This is from The Book (my original story). I started writing this earlier and wasn’t sure if it really had a place in the actual storyline, but I really liked it.
It’s not entirely logical with the events in The Book: Doesn’t align well with the timeline. I’m pretty sure this would be strategically impossible to put in the book itself.
These characters are mine. This world is mine. No touchey without permission, please!!!***
If you like the featured image, it’s the Bubble Nebula, photographed by the Hubble Telescope.
—This is a super short scene between three characters. If you like it and want more, let me know.
A bit of background information that may explain some things. Merrikh is an alien. Hazel is from Earth. Mush is the captain of the ship, Sidereal, and Merrikh’s best friend (easily.) Sidereal is a spaceship that picks up people from planets that are in danger from this dark, ominous race of Shadows (essentially.) that suck the energy at astonishing rates from planets (devouring planets) before moving on. Sidereal tries to save as many species as possible (sentient and not) before the Shadows take over.
Merrikh’s sister died during the evacuation of his planet when one starpod crashed into another. She was an honorable Far-Seer, and foresaw the apocalypse of their solar system.
I hope that clears some things up. I’ll probably post more about Sister and Merrikh’s old planet. I really like them. They don’t fit in The Book very well, but interesting and lots of back story, to be sure.—-
Desert/Between the Stars
All was dust, scattered where the planet used to reside, caught in a phantom gravitational field. Billions of people, thousands of buildings, plants, animals… all dust. All that was and ever would be scattered as tiny particles that might someday build stars or planets. But for now, and for the next trillion years, it was a desert among the void, hanging motionless between the stars.
The starpod hovered nearby, white under-glow bright against the blackness of space. Two men sat silently in the cockpit, staring out at the remnants of a solar system.
“This is it, then,” Merrikh said with a deep breath. “This is all that’s left.” A memory tickled the back of his head. Dust…
“We’re all stardust.”
“What’d you say?” Merrikh asked.
“It’s something someone told me once,” the young woman said, light blue hair flitting about her face in the warm breeze. Merrikh was playing with the purple grass, plucking at the strands, enjoying the feel of the blades between his fingers. The night was cool, her small hand warm inside his own. The red and white planet in the sky gleamed above their heads. “They said we were just the children of the stars. Nothing but star dust.” She chuckled, and the sound was a phantom melody that rang in his ears, over and over and…
Mush nodded solemnly beside him in the cockpit. “We were in the area, wasn’t sure if you’d seen it since…” His voice drifted with meaning, his eyes still facing forward. “I mean… I guess you wouldn’t have…”
Merrikh shrugged. “I dream about it sometimes.” He gestured at the scene ahead of them. “I guess I’ve always remembered what it looked like.” He shrugged helplessly.
Mush nodded with a slight grin. “Must be some of your Seer blood,” he joked half-heartedly.
Merrikh chuckled, but silence quickly filled the cockpit. “Speaking of…”
Mush shook his head and strapped himself in. “You don’t want to see that, Merrikh.”
“So it’s there, then,” Merrikh said, not facing the captain. “The wreckage.”
The small man nodded. “Pieces of starpod. Bits…” He shrugged helplessly. “Nothing decays in space.”
Merrikh felt a little sick at that. He swallowed the bile that threatened to emerge with the little he’d eaten before their quick side-expedition. He knew he shouldn’t have asked. He could almost feel the pressure in his head at the memory of the corkscrewing flight that changed his life forever.
He forced his mind to other thoughts, pointing to another large body of dust. “That’s one of the moons, isn’t it?’
“Our calculations show that’s where it was,” Mush affirmed.
“Is it still orbiting?”
The captain shrugged, “I don’t handle that extent of the astrophysics, Merrikh.”
“Wish I could’ve shown…” Merrikh’s voice trailed off, and he scratched his neck with a sly grin. “Nevermind.”
Mush smiled beside him. “Let’s head back then. I just needed to show you…” The captain swallowed. “I mean, we were close enough, so…”
Merrikh smiled and slapped his friend on the shoulder. “Thanks, don’t worry about it.” He strapped himself tighter into his seat, tapping at the controls.
Mush followed suit and the blasters fired, carrying the small spacecraft into light speed and back to Sidereal.
Hazel kissed Merrikh’s temple, her pale face bright in the moonlight glow simulation in the wall, light hair gleaming along the curve of her shoulder. “Talk to me?”
Merrikh’s arm squeezed her hip, fingertips tracing the length of thigh that was draped across his diaphragm. “I saw my planet.”
Her fingers threaded through his hair, calming the static embers that still flickered in the remnants of their lovemaking. He sighed in bliss at the massage against his scalp, leaning into her hand. “Was it bad?” she asked softly.
“It’s exactly as I remember it…” he murmured, pulling her palm from his scalp to kiss the inside slope of her thumb. “What has it been?” he murmured to himself, pressing her hand into his chest and stroking her knuckles. “Almost eighteen years now…”
She kissed his temple again. Her other arm cradled his head, and she bent her hand to squeeze his shoulder. “You don’t look a day over twenty-six,” she told him, nuzzling his hair.
He chuckled, “I don’t know what that means,” he assured her. “I think my species lives a lot longer than yours…”
Hazel smiled, pulling her hand from his on his chest and turning his chin to face her. “You mean I won’t see you as an old man?” she teased, tugging on his striking red hair, pouting playfully, “I’ve always wanted a man with a bit of grey.”
Merrikh pulled her closer and kissed her, tucking a strand of her blonde hair behind her tiny ear. “Ah,” he teased, kissing her nose, “But you’ll be an old woman before long,” he assured her. His fingers tickled over her ribs, making her body retaliate. “Plenty of grey for the both of us.”
She pulled his hand from her ribs, grimacing slightly, her silver eyes dancing in the dark. “I think I’ll be too grey for you by then.”
Merrikh shook his head, twining their fingers together, “No,” he murmured matter-of-factly. “You’ll be just as silver.” He kissed her neck, turning them over so he hovered over her. “And I think silver is my favorite color.”