Cresting Arc, QueryChapter 7 QueryCmon, whined Jia, leaning across the table and pointing a spoon at both of her siblings in turn. Anything that Mom point blank refuses to tell us has to be good. Aiona and Cody frowned at one another, then at their sister. Aiona was the first to speak.Listen, if Mom says to stay out of it, thats what we are going to do. We dont want to end up grounded for the rest of the school year. Its bad enough being stuck at home until the holidays.At least you guys get out for extra curriculars, Jia said, digging her spoon into a mound of half-melted ice cream and searching out a piece of cookie dough. I have to come straight home after classes, but look at me! Im not the one being a huge wimp.The two glared at her, and finally Cody shook his head. Snot worth it. Well just get caught again. Besides, who really cares who this Boomer guy is, anyway?Obviously Mo
Cresting Arc, AdriftMusic poured through the ship over the innership comm. Down the small hallway that connected most of the rooms of the atmoskimmer Cresting Arc, an access hatch rested open, a slight body halfway inside of the space beyond it. Off-key singing came from within the access hatch as the woman working on the secondary system that had gone on the fritz sang along with some ancient Terran song. The Arc was acting up again. That was alright, though. The young woman enjoyed fixing the ship almost as much as she enjoyed flying her, and, so long as nothing of paramount importance decided to break mid-flight, she was happy to be up to her elbows, or waist in this case, in wires and conduits. As it was, this time the sound on the ship to ship comm had been acting up lately, and wasnt as clear as it should have been.The woman smiled to herself as she finished patching the connection. One of the reasons this old ship was so dear to her is that it reminded her of another famous shi
Cresting Arc, Finders KeepersCh 2 Finders KeepersThe trouble with contraband, thought Jia as she looked through her mothers closet for a spare pack of cigarettes, is that it never stays in one place for long. Her tongue poked out from one side of her mouth as she dug through blazer pockets, boxes, and olds stacks of plastic readouts in hopes of finding the coveted prize she sought. Jia was well aware that her mother smoked. In fact, she had seen her do so on more than one occasion. Diplomatic immunity, Jia had found over her short life of crime, came in very handy.Jia pulled her tongue back in and frowned. She had exhausted nearly every possible hiding place. Unless
She grinned, climbing up on a box to reach the luggage on the top shelf. It was her moms spare set, a gift given by someone Jia had never caught the name of at one of those stuffy gift exchange holiday parties they were dragged to every year. Every other time she had been in here, the things had still been wrapped up.