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and then ran,
launching himself, allowing the current to help direct his path.
Someone experienced had their wings folded back and dived past him
screaming in sheer joy. Jamie adjusted his feathers and sailed with
a few others around with the currents.
    It had been too long since he had flown and
never had he flown with others of his kind, the Avatara Venararii,
the ones with wings. They were the mortal-long, most would live for
two thousand years. Their brethren, the mortal-short, the Avatara
Modernus, had no wings and lived five hundred years less. Wings
were generally eye color so his were dark grey. But there were
shades and tints of greens, blues, browns, grey, hazels and even
one white. The sky was clear and full of laughing, screaming, and
acrobats. For over an hour they flew until he spotted a few
returning. He flapped to increase his altitude, banked left and
landed with just a few steps until he stopped, neatly folding his
wings in at the same time. He found his clothes pile, drew on his
pants and looked back over the region they had flown over. The view
was magnificent even from where he stood on the top of the butte.
Jen walked over to him and pulled on her top. He averted his eyes,
seeing her chest plate was off, and then watched as she yanked out
her long hair. “Ready for something to eat?”
    She eyed off his lean body with interest and
for the first time he felt comfortable about that. He pulled on his
own top with a smile.
    “Starving.”
    Nodding, she smiled. “Captain’s got a feast
for us just down the other side of those boulders.” She began to
stride past the shuttles, and down a hill where others walked and
chatted. He was joined by a few of the crew and listened to the
chatter, feeling easy in himself for a change. These were his
people, the Eighth Race, but they were at the top of the Eighth
Race in terms of matter and energy levels, but still much lower
than the lowest Superor, the Fourth-Gen. A little bit of tribal
pride filled his heart. But for Jamie the whole Earth experiment
marred their cultural values despite the fact that the Avatara
depended on the results for a new classification. They wanted to
rule the Eighth Race as Fifth-Gens. But as Jamie found out more
secrets, what would he find out about Earth? How much of what the
media presented was accurate?
    “Hey Jamie. We’ve got some wood for you!”
    A few Avatara ran up to him and he studied
the selection. They were all good pieces. “We’ve cleared it with
Karr after that last debacle with the lice.”
    Jen laughed. “At least it didn’t ruin her
safety rating!”
     
    ***
     
    He managed his mission with no problems and
Marc said they were both due for specialized training. He stayed on
board for a couple of years before being assigned to other rangers,
space stations, planet installations, and satellites’ domed
facilities. Most of the crew, and that included Karr, had received
something from Jamie over the years. He had also made Karr a
farewell gift. She stared at the carving, turned it this way and
that. Jamie stood stiff and waited until the laughter peeled
out.
    “It’s been a pleasure having you on board,
Jamie. I don’t think I’ll display this wood louse on my mantel but
give it to my son. He’s into bugs.”
    “Thank you, Captain—” Jamie relaxed “—for
everything.”
    Their eyes met and she smiled before she
turned back to command. Having women in command and taking orders
no longer bothered him. Their light mental brushes were almost
welcome. He handled flirting better as time went on, more prevalent
in the civilian institutions he had to work in. Now he had more
training, more tests, and more missions.
     

Sub-Log IV
     
    Iota Military Location Cradle
     
    By one hundred and seventeen, he was accepted into
black operations. He took a turn at leadership and training, at
which time he finally received his new codename: “Spook”.
    He was the youngest ever accepted and he
hadn’t heard from Marc in a