Threats from within.

[Exile]

She could see the field moving further and further away until it was nothing more than a speck in the distance. At this point a flash blinded her eyes and more voices filled her mind. She could hear full words, sentences. "She's coming by." "Already? Is it ready?" "Everything's in the green, heart rate normal, brain activity nominal."

She flickered with her eyes, looking at the world through a glassy haze. She could feel her arms, legs, face and hands again. Trying to get up she was quickly stopped by an unfamiliar woman with the blackest hair.



"Lily, keep still. We need to run a few more tests to make sure everything's fine."

I lowered my arms and lied still. Her voice was a conforming one, one you could easily trust. Questions later, rest now.


12 hours later

It's my face. But not my face as I knew it. It's missing a few small scars, some imperfections. I'm missing the broken nail on my left thumb, but my hair seems to look better than ever. More natural. She told me I had been put back in my own body, right as it was as they found me. I can't recall how I ended up here, how I "died". Last thing I remember is the blackness of that cell on New London.

They gave me a new ship, new equipment, and a new assignment. No rest for the wicked I suppose. I had questions, lots of questions, but right after I woke up the woman with the black hair told me she'd answer them all upon my return. Guess I'll have to go with the flow.

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