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Being Aboard Dilemma 1.5

Novel By: Stormbird Throneshaker
Science fiction

In March of 2003 Robert Jackson drifts off to sleep and dreams of his first mission into space in 1986, just before he is awakened and called to his second mission. View table of contents...


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Submitted:Jul 31, 2014    Reads: 27    Comments: 6    Likes: 2   

*Epilogue *

"Keletivia, you were very lucky that my brother David planned ahead for your salvation." Admiral Jackson said, as he gently took her left hand in his right. "Having a medical transport ship ready to take you all aboard should Vohaydren had of decided to eject the three of you into space from an airlock, was his idea."

"Perhaps he is still looking forward to our fight later on, Admiral." she replied, as she sat up in her bed.

"Perhaps that, or else he is looking forward to your fighting by his side in the battle against the new Zaleen Empire." Commander April said, as he stood at the foot of her bed.

"If that is true I would be more than honored to do so, but I have to rest now and recover from this injury." Keletivia Torl said, as she pointed to her bandaged neck.

Robert Jackson sat on the co-pilots side of the Patricia Gayle and drifted off to sleep on their way back to the Orion and the dreams came to him once again.

"Yeoman Zaranazi, I thought that I told you to tell Captain Jackson that I needed to see---

"She did Commander, come on in Donald." I said, as he walked over to stand beside me while grinning at his sister at the same time.

"I take it that we're not going back home to Earth anyways soon." my brother James said, as he got up and out of his seat in Patricia's room and walked out into the corridor with Candice.

"No, we're most definitely not." Donald replied, as he turned from me to gaze upon his sister.

"Sis, I guess that by now they've told you where we are, and why." Donald said, as he bent down and kissed his sister lightly on the forehead.

"Are you sure that this isn't a dream, or a nightmare, Donald?" Patricia asked, as she gazed up at her brother.

"Here we go again." I said, as I dropped myself down into Jim's vacated chair and began rubbing my worsening headache .


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