As one, we rose against the coming darkness with blade in hand. One by one we fell, each life like a star snuffed out of the night sky. Those who remained huddled in prayer with eyes closed and hope so frail that one word might shatter us all.
– from The Cycle of Rebirth, Chapter 13, Verse 1
Jump Zero, Five Years Prior
“What do you mean she’s problematic?”
“Mister Wolfe, I assure you we did everything we could to make it as easy as possible-“
“Again, what do you mean she’s problematic?”
The doctor stood in the doorway, his gray hair perfectly in place, his features flat and unreadable and his clothes unrumpled. I found it unsuitable that a man fresh from two hours of surgery should look so pristine and unworried. They won’t let me see her.
He sighed. “Are you family, Mister Wolfe?”
The question angered me even more. “What? No I’m her friend-“
“Then during visitation hours you will be able to see her all you want. Now I really must get back to work.” He turned to leave but I grabbed his arm. Immediately, two solders pulled me away but my biotics flared to life. I drew it in, felt its power grow in my pores, within my very blood as my adrenaline kicked it into overdrive. I reached out and Pulled. All I managed to do was draw the doctor’s pen from his pocket. It floated uselessly toward me. Continue reading