DR. RUTH CARSON grew up hearing about Pandora as a kid, hearing of the alien moon that promised beauty and awe.
Coming from the lower class in the States, she fought tooth and nail to provide any opportunity to distance herself from the hard life s...
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THE lights within the link pod swayed over the cot in which Grace lied in, forcing shadows to shift to and frow as the Samson carried them to the safety of the flux vortex where the they would be untraceable. In the two link units, Norm and Jake currently remained in sessions. Norm was somewhere above them on top of the pod, monitoring the flight, while Jake was who knows where working to fulfill the plan he'd come up with but hadn't shared.
Ruth administered another round of morphine into Grace's arm from where she sat at the side of the cot, discarding the syringe before turning back to the weak woman.
"Everything's gonna be alright," Ruth promised her as she pulled the blankets wrapped around Grace over her more securely. Blood loss tended to cause the victim to become especially susceptible to hypothermia, so Ruth remained diligent in keeping her warm.
Grace smirked weakly as if her current condition wasn't much to be bothered about. "Is my avatar safe?" she asked. Ruth couldn't help but chuckle her concerns despite the life slowly leeching away from her currently. She was so pale. Ruth tried her best to ignore it. They would get to the clan soon. everything would be fine. At least that's what she told herself.
"Yeah, Norm linked in and moved you into the cockpit of the Samson before we took off. Don't worry."
Grace nodded, pleased enough. The two sat in the sound of Samson's loud humming outside of the pod as it carried them. Ruth looked toward the window, where the very beginnings of the morning were starting to show in the oncoming sunrise.
Ruth shuffled through what medical supplies they had available when Grace cleared her throat, drawing her attention.
"Since I'm likely going to die, I wanted to tell you how proud I am of you," Grace murmured weakly. When Ruth frowned as if to retort the small truth, she went on. "You face adversity like it's a head cold. And somehow always come out fighting no matter how hard the world wants to beat you down."
Ruth chuckled, adjusting herself on the crate she'd been sitting on. "One's ability to deal with adversity is pretty important when living on this moon," she replied. She tilted her head. "Life on earth wasn't much better. I've only ever done what I had to do."
Grace smirked. "And does facing adversity on Pandora include falling for Tsu'tey?"
Ruth rolled her eyes. "As you just said, you're 'likely going to die'. Why are you worried about that right now?"
"I wouldn't say I'm worried about it," Grace replied with a weak laugh. "The more that I've thought about it, it makes sense. It most definitely blindsided me, considering your constitution to run off anyone that pursued you in Hell's Gate."
"I mean, you're right. But how does it make sense?" Ruth asked. She was genuinely curious. As well did she wish to carry on their conversation, to at least keep her mentor lucid and conscious after the blood loss.
