recently destroyed ship, or what was left of it.” Colonel Bakore nodded, understanding her meaning. Ship debris was typically propelled through space by the force of the explosion that caused it. That meant that the debris tended to keep moving unless another force stopped it or changed its direction. Over time, a debris field could cover quite a large distance, and eventually become nothing more than errant pieces of floating metal. By that time, the only thing left at the point of origin for the debris field would be trace energy readings, primarily from weapons fire.
“We spent two days studying the debris field, trying to determine what kind of ship it was so that we could compare it against ships known to operate in that region. We were hoping to identify the name of the ship, her crew, and perhaps even identify her cargo. On the second day, we-“ Tasha broke off her story as a sudden upwelling of emotion, the first she had felt since that horrible event, threatened to make her begin weeping openly. Closing her eyes, she bowed her head to hid e her face from Colonel Bakore as she struggled valiantly to control her wild emotions. Now was not the time. Not like this, not in front of someone she barely knew.
“Take your time.” The Colonel rumbled from across the table. For long moments Tasha struggled, teeth gritted against the sobs that threatened to escape her , even going so far as to hold her breath. The torrent of emotions, anger and sorrow, were a sudden change from the numbness she had been feeling for quite some time now. It was as if talking about what happened reawakened something inside of her that had somehow been detached or disconnected all this time. As she struggled, she did not hear the Colonel stand and walk around the table, nor did she see the knowing look on his face, but when he placed a hand on her shoulder, it was as if the floodgates were opened, and the battle lost. A great wail escaped Tasha's throat as she wrapped her arms around Hawke's midsection, and great, wracking sobs shook her. All the while, Hawke merely stood there, awkwardly patting her on the shoulder as the other held her head to his stomach, allowing her to hide her face. If she had been able to see his eyes, she would understand that his heart went out to her. This was the kind of pain and grief he knew all too well.
It was some time l ater when Hawke emerged from Tasha's hospital room and walked to the lobby carrying the datapad Commander Spears had left for Tasha to sign. Sitting in one of the uncomfortable chairs that seem to plague medical wards, hospitals, and doctors offices throughout the galaxy, Commander Spears did not look very happy. Well, Hawke thought, he’s about to become even more unhappy. Handing Spears the datapad, Hawke just said, “Discharge her.” before walking out of the medical ward. Commander Spears stared after the departing Hawke with a puzzled expression on his face, then looked at his datapad. Sure enough, Tasha had signed the document, but what was this? Another document? Tapping the screen to open the new document, the Commander read it, and his face turned red as he hurled his datapad viciously across the room to slam in into the wall. Hawke had signed Tasha on to become a Talon!
Chapter 3
Nathan walked briskly down the hallway of the barracks and facilities the Talons maintained on the station, ignoring the Talons scrambling to get out of the way as he walked past. In fact, he barely even noticed them. Not because he was arrogant, or did not care that he was nearly walking through some of the Talons, but because he had received a request that he report to Hawke’s quarters. The request came through the official Talon’s communications net, which meant work. That made him angry. He had a feeling that Spears would manage to get another mission out of Hawke, he was just hoping Hawke would find a way to turn him down.