Four
Sithe
She unnerves me.
We walk through the hall of the cruiser. I keep her on my right within easy scything distance. Dividing my attention this way is a product of long training, but I do not remember such heightened awareness since my trials.
I still feel her fingers on my skin.
A shudder crawls up my spine.
This cruiser has the bilateral symmetry of a pollinating insect, which is why this type is called a harvester. The oblong open cavity in the center is surrounded by a colonnaded hall. Smaller storerooms, which these lessers have unwisely transformed into sleeping quarters, are the pollen seeds. They are supposed to be filled with raw materials to support space travel. A ship modified like this has nowhere to store supplies. It must make frequent stops.
Whoever sleeps in a
