Chapter 25Arien was dreaming of someone calling their name. A woman’s voice with a strange accent. Sounded like Captain Stanten. They still missed their days on the Harriet sometimes. Aron’s life had been so much simpler.
“Arien, do you copy?”
Arien gasped and came fully awake, sat up.
“Arien, do you copy?”
The voice came not from a dream, but from the communicator on the bed beside them. They scrambled for it, thumbed the reply button.
“Arien, do you—”
“I’m here, Captain.”
She had to be close to connect directly to the short range communicator. Someone hammered on the door, then didn’t wait for a reply before opening it. Tapuh, their eyes wide, stepped half into the small quarters Arien had taken to sleep in.
“Arien, the Harriet Tubman—”
“Is here,” Arien finished, grinning. They
