Following a string of Saturn

[HuggieSunrise]

Thomas reached a nest of switches and buttons on his left signaling that everyone was aboard and ready as far as he knew. The rear cargo ramp started to raise and the inner doors started to cycle close.

Looking over and scooting into the seat. he brushes his little flecks of hair out of bedhead mode.
"I dont have a name for what I am... I came out of death like this. Ones appearance has more to do with what principals and things they emulate.. Also.. the virtue of the process cardamine has had on this transformation I can only guess is suppressing my ability to have a normal nose..."
His expression was reminiscent.
"I was like anyone born from the Hispania. Father was the master teacher but a childhood was a typical one... To me. Theres a strange dicotomy on Malta were the parents are somewhat over protective of thier children yet the Nation exspects us all to be hyper patriotic and proud of our line. The reality is.. were lepers from humanity and I am even further so because whatever gifts cardamine has imposed on my body image... it has provided us and the other children of the light with clarity.. At least enough to better ourselves and not be completely outcast amongst Malta."
he laughed
"I remember when jameson was the de facto ruler in name of the 101st and of malta practically.. he sent these oversized.. "agents" in armored suits to the pyramid probably to tell us not to spread the faith or speak as if we had any relation to the spirits. Which back then was almost true. The agents took their helmets off and became members.
Vealin was one of them.. Well his full name was Valentine.. But he died.. during a Corsair ambush we lost our first Emissary then too...
But we always seem to have a ship or enough to get passed these setbacks... new friends, new allies, and the light is close at hand now.. Those curiosity seekers and sometimes at market they ask me "how are the spirits?" something that wouldn't have happened ten years ago."