She watches the waves roll in, night wind kissing her skin. The stars shine bright in the sky overhead. Is that a shooting star? Or is that her ship, coming in on its final orbit? She’d thought to steal a few minutes of relaxation between battles, a well earned night of rest, but she senses it will be over all too soon.
The wind plucks at her hair and she moves to rise as a particularly bright streak cuts the sky. That was no meteor.
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