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Jafarr had no idea his father had been the leader of the rebellion until he escaped into it himself. Though understanding, the remaining rebellion leaders are not exactly sure what to do with their former leader's genius son as he is not just an asset, but also a liability.

Aver Zormna Clendar was just doing her job--and doing it well.

The People's Military's job is to monitor and regulate the activities of suspicious citizens--and no citizen is more suspricous and dangerous than Jafarr Zeldar. Half-blood son of a rebel lineage, brilliant beyond their records has been able to record--and he has gone missing.

Zormna Clendar was minding her own business while with 'friends' at her favorite eatery known as Sandi's when she happened to see the infamous Jafarr Zeldar pointing her out to presumed rebel cohorts. On instinct she apprehends him--but her lousy luck also draws in none other than the nasty Dural Korad of the People's Military--Zormna and Jafarr's least favorite human being.

It is dangerous being the one kept out of a secret in a legacy of rebels--but the son of Jamenth Zeldar has found himself stuck in the middle of a military sting in an attempt to capture secret code. It is possible he won't survive.

After a number of disagreements with the leader of the rebellion, Jafarr is left behind during a supply raid. And while on duty monitoring People's Military communications, he alone discovers a code identifying the raiding party--and marking them for annihilation.

Zormna is snagged along by her friends to watch a Pronuk match in the Surface Gate. But while in there, she is sure she has spotted the guy she had nabbed trying to steal Surface Patrol property weeks ago... and who had escaped under the People's Military's custody.

Sometimes memories are the reason why we can't move on

I took a drag of smoke and blew it out the ashes falling down turning cold from the cigarette.I sat on the rail rode tracks minding my own self.The sun was beating on me making small drips of sweat drip down my forehead.I was just nothing but a teenage dirt bag always looking for trouble.

Jafarr had no idea his father had been the leader of the rebellion until he escaped into it himself. Though understanding, the remaining rebellion leaders are not exactly sure what to do with their former leader's genius son as he is not just an asset, but also a liability.

Aver Zormna Clendar was just doing her job--and doing it well.

The People's Military's job is to monitor and regulate the activities of suspicious citizens--and no citizen is more suspricous and dangerous than Jafarr Zeldar. Half-blood son of a rebel lineage, brilliant beyond their records has been able to record--and he has gone missing.

Zormna Clendar was minding her own business while with 'friends' at her favorite eatery known as Sandi's when she happened to see the infamous Jafarr Zeldar pointing her out to presumed rebel cohorts. On instinct she apprehends him--but her lousy luck also draws in none other than the nasty Dural Korad of the People's Military--Zormna and Jafarr's least favorite human being.

It is dangerous being the one kept out of a secret in a legacy of rebels--but the son of Jamenth Zeldar has found himself stuck in the middle of a military sting in an attempt to capture secret code. It is possible he won't survive.

After a number of disagreements with the leader of the rebellion, Jafarr is left behind during a supply raid. And while on duty monitoring People's Military communications, he alone discovers a code identifying the raiding party--and marking them for annihilation.

Zormna is snagged along by her friends to watch a Pronuk match in the Surface Gate. But while in there, she is sure she has spotted the guy she had nabbed trying to steal Surface Patrol property weeks ago... and who had escaped under the People's Military's custody.

Sometimes memories are the reason why we can't move on

I took a drag of smoke and blew it out the ashes falling down turning cold from the cigarette.I sat on the rail rode tracks minding my own self.The sun was beating on me making small drips of sweat drip down my forehead.I was just nothing but a teenage dirt bag always looking for trouble.