Hestia, part 1-Intruder
The boy set his small hand on the controls. He’d grown up on the Atlas b-402, yet had never seen this room before. At least, not in person. He’d spent years sneaking around the walls and vents and abandoned rooms. Rooms where sleeper pods lay, but not the ones with important people. He knew to avoid those. In fact, he knew the location of every single camera on the ship. His parents, primarily his mother, had always told him to avoid the places where he could be seen. He knew he was being recorded now, yet he did not care. With what he would be doing next, it did not matter. They were going to pay, for what they did to his mother, they were all going to pay. And then, then he would be free. First Mate Cera Casanova looked up from her spot in the control room, sat next to her friend and colleague, Communications Officer Tim Hopkins. He sat up straighter in his chair, pointing to the screen. With his right hand, he zoomed in. “See, right there. I told you. That’s the kid.” Cera k...