STARFIGHTER! The Iconoclasts
Chapter 5: Fathers and Daughters
By: Tom Sczepkowski
With
editing and clean-up by: Frederick P. Kopetz
Copyrights: STAR TREK is © 2004 by
Paramount Pictures, Inc. STAR BLAZERS is © 2004 by Voyager International, and,
STAR WARS is © 2004 by Lucasfilm, Ltd. GARGOYLES is © 2004 by Disney
Entertainment. The Technomugar Empire is © 2004 by Frederick P. Kopetz and is
mentioned here by the author's permission. All original elements of this tale
are © 2004 by Tom Sczepkowski. All rights reserved, not to be copied without
the author's permission.
September 2, 2201
Late Evening: Near Midnight, Local
Time
Vaught was
very careful not to fly over any major populated areas until he could figure
out exactly where he was. He flew over the North Atlantic as he made out
Vaught
mused over the mystery of
It was a
small island. As Inferno hovered,
Vaught scanned it making sure that the ground was solid. Once he was confident
that it was indeed solid, he touched down in a small field surrounded by palm
trees. He could see straight through to the beach. The thunderstorm hadn’t
gotten there yet so Vaught quickly exited the cockpit with his tricorder in one
hand and his light saber in the other. Once he was confident that he was alone,
he quickly climbed back into Inferno
and shut all the systems down. Then, he climbed back out and walked off the
field and onto the beach. He undid his exosuit. The suit was a unique design
which had its own life support system. The suit was black in color and it could
sustain life for long periods of time in even the hard vacuum of space. Vaught
liked to use the exosuit; while it was frightening, it had a certain degree of
protection plus it had a menacing ebony breath mask
that was useful if he was working covertly and didn't wish to be recognized.
Although
the island was hot and humid, there was a stiff breeze from the west where the
salt air intoxicated his senses. In the distance, flashes of lightning from
huge thick black clouds lit up the sky. He quickly changed into a more
comfortable standard Starfleet uniform. Then, he performed his first priority;
namely, getting Inferno's cloaking
device working. Within a few minutes he figured out the system. Then, as the
rain began to fall around him, Vaught closed the canopy and activated the
cloaking device in what he found to be Stealth Mode. This mode consumed the
least amount of power and could it be re-charged by the sun, which was unheard
of for a cloaking device. He breathed a sigh of relief because now he wouldn’t have
to worry about being detected.
As Vaught
read through the computer manuals in his ship, he began to understand why
Starfleet was so fearful that the Tholians had the star craft. Vaught had
second thoughts about staying there. Part of him felt that maybe he should
return Inferno and just forget about the nagging feelings that he was
having thinking something was wrong. He realized that he must have
inadvertently passed through the Tholian Gateway while he was being pursued. Of
course, he knew how to find it. He could
easily leave and go home there was nothing to stop him…except his feelings.
My feelings, thought Vaught. At times, they are a curse. He was
feeling that “tremor” again that at this point in time. Something was about to break, and he didn't
know what it was. It feels…like …what..?
Like the last calm before a hurricane breaks, he thought.
Besides,
Vaught was both curious and perplexed about this culture. The readings that he
was getting from Inferno’s sensor
data were mind boggling. So, obeying his instincts, he decided to remain.
However he couldn’t just walk around a major city In a Starfleet uniform. He needed to
understand the society and needed to be able to blend in with it. So, the first
thing that he did was to monitor the civilian broadcasts. While the
thunderstorm passed outside, Vaught, who was both dry and comfortable inside Inferno,
ate a small meal and watched the news.
He realized
from the news that the date was September 2, 2201. It was a Wednesday, he noted
to himself. A normal, humid, rainy summer Wednesday almost
140 years back in the past of his own universe; if he had been in his own
universe, that is. This meant little to him, as he guessed he wasn't
really in his "own" past. The chronometers on Inferno were working normally. If he had really gone back in time
in regards to his own universe, the chronometers would have indicated it.
Following
the news, there was a baseball game on the video channel he was watching. It
was the New York Yankees versus the Boston Red Sox, and given the way they were
playing (including a bench-clearing brawl in the top of the fifth inning after
a New York player was beaned by Boston's pitcher), he guessed that a nasty
divisional race or pennant race was in progress between these two perennial
rivals.. Not having seen a game before in this universe, he watched with
interest for a while, following the names of the unfamiliar players. After a
while, he shut the monitor off and watched the night sky light up with
lightning. As a precaution, Vaught raised his deflector shields in the event of
a lightning strike or that in the event that a palm tree should fall on Inferno.
He checked
his power settings and found that there was a special generator which ran off
the warp core tritium crystals to keep the aircraft in a defensive posture
without running the engines. It also meant that he could leave the craft for
extended periods of time. It was another added bonus for Inferno.
Vaught
closed his eyes for a second and then put a moist towel on his arm. The one
thing Inferno was lacking was medical
supplies, and if did decide to stay he would have to have his phaser burn
looked at. However, that decision couldn’t come until morning and it was only
early in the evening… even though Vaught had a trying day (to say the least)
stealing the Federation's prize back from the Tholians.
However he
was here now, and here the Tholians did not exist…nor
did the Federation.
Or did
they?
Vaught
asked the computer to pull up information on the sensor readings as the canopy
again went opaque and the visual appeared.
Many sensor traces came up as the sensors traced their way back into the
past year in their spectrum of analysis. At one sensor signature, Vaught
widened his eyes in interest.
“Computer,
is this sensor reading that of the Genesis Wave as recorded by the
"Negative, anomaly is a variant
of the Genesis Wave…it is 62 percent identical to the carrier pattern of that
wave, and has a similar effect."
“Can these
readings be identified?”
“Affirmative. Readings can be identified as the Cosmo Wave from the Cosmo Deoxyribo Nucleic Acid Device, a/k/a the Cosmo-DNA unit."
Vaught looked out the window and gave the computer a confused look
“Give me all the information available on this device.” Vaught said as
he began reading.
"Affirmative…"
Thursday, September 3, 2201
The next
morning, the sun was finally out. Although it was hot and humid, it was a nice
day around
While
looking around in the Master Proxy Server, Vaught saw that they too had a
Marine Corps. So, with a certain irony, as he was a Starfleet Marine, that is
where he “enlisted himself” in creating his bogus identity.
In his fake
personnel file, he kept it very simple. Vaught used his actual name and actual
city of birth and other personal information. The only thing that he made
different was that he gave himself the rank of Lieutenant Colonel. Now, Vaught
felt a little cheap giving himself a bogus rank that was higher than what he
actually was, however he needed the rank in order for it to be believed that he
actually had the code clearance that he was giving himself in the Proxy Server.
Through the Master Record Database, he also got the specifications on the
proper uniforms and had Inferno’s small replicator system fashion them
to his height and weight. He also had the replicator fashion identification and hard currency, greenish
money which this culture was still using, he observed with amusement. Before
leaving the Master Proxy Server, he hacked into the EDF Federal Credit Union
and established himself a bank account that held a reasonable amount of savings
that he gave himself with the push of a button. He could have made himself a
multi-millionaire with a few keystrokes, but he felt that would certainly set
off alarms. As a final touch, he made sure his direct deposit payroll account
was set up and smiled a little when he found out that it was evidently payday
when he had several hundred more credits appearing in his account. He then used
the replicator to make himself a bogus ATM card so he could draw on his funds
at any bank with a terminal. Then, he shut down the internal maintenance
backdoor uplink to the Master Proxy Server. And,
the horse just snuck out of the barn, thought Vaught. Now, let's see if all that worked and I'm a Marine Colonel in this
culture…
He breathed
hard as he re-established the uplink to the Net Address. Then, when the log-in
for EDF Net appeared, he put in the username and password he had established
for himself. Success read the screen a moment later. Welcome to EDF Net, Lieutenant
Colonel Corsair, EDF Space Marines, said the primitive but reassuring
message on the legitimate uplink. What do you want to do?
"Great,"
muttered Vaught. "It all worked. Now, let me do some looking around…"
Vaught then
did some research.
What he
didn't know was that the research would take him the better part of this day.
He worked
patiently while he sought the information he needed.
The sun was
beginning to set on a small cabin cruiser that plied the surface of the water
off
The sea was
tranquil, quite in opposition to the roiling storm it had been last night.
A young
woman in a pink bikini and white sandals stood at the wheel of the cabin
cruiser, which was named the Lady N, a
boat owned by her parents, a boat they had named after her. She didn't
particularly like the name, especially since she knew it wasn't really her
boat. She would have preferred a different name for the boat. Unlike the ocean
surface, her mind was not particularly tranquil.
"Eager,
I can't believe my parents!"
said the young woman with a note of exasperation as she looked back at her
friend. "I wanted to tell them about Derek, but my mother began asking how
much money you made!"
"I'm
flattered by your ma's taste, Nova!" drawled the chubby young freckled
man, who was in green swim trunks and rubber flip-flops. They ignored the
cheering and revelry of their friends on the boat. "However, for me to be
eligible to seek yoah hand," he said in his thick
"My mom would like that," sniffed Nova,
who was suddenly close to tears. "All she wants me to do is marry someone
rich and get on my back and become a baby-making machine right away and turn in
my commission. I don't want that! I want to be a doctor someday, and I want to
spend my life with Derek! But I could never get either notion through my
mother's mind! And my marshmallow father just sat there and said, 'yes, honey'
to every thing she said! I can't live my life with anyone else but Derek! Only
he knows what we went through on that year! And he needs me. He doesn't know it
yet, but he needs me. He needs a good woman. And I need a good friend."
"He's
one hell of a friend, sometimes. Half the time, all he does is sneers at me.
You know his mouth!"
"You
don't know him like I do, Eager!" snapped Nova. "He's let me inside
that armor. There's a hurt, vulnerable person in there that none of you see. I
saw a man sitting in silence devastated in the Argo's communications booth last year because he had no family to
call back home on Earth when we were leaving the solar system. Did you see that man? I did. Did you see the
man who sat up all night by my bed in the hospital in the underground city when
we landed because he was deathly afraid I was about to go back into a coma
again after that accident on the Cosmo-DNA? I did. You don't know Derek
Wildstar like I do, Eager. And it seems my stupid parents don't even want to
know him! They wouldn't even let mention his name! That was the one time I felt
like slapping my mother, do you know that?"
Nova picked
a small photo album up off the boat's console. Her hands were trembling with
rage. "Mom, here's what I'm doing with your damned face book of eligible
bachelors!" Nova then ripped the book in half and threw it into the ocean
with all of her slender strength.
"You
know, you're a terror when you're mad?"
"Thanks,
Eager," said Nova with the ghost of a grin. "Well, if they won't meet
Derek tomorrow, I'll just have to do it myself. It's nearly dark. Eager, tell
everybody to make ready to get back ashore, okay? I have a plane to catch
tonight."
"What
kind of itinerary?" asked Nova's dark-haired old family friend Natalie
Fisher as she came up behind her in a blue swimsuit, tapping her bare foot
against the deck to some tune.
"Here
to
"Good
idea," said Natalie. "You didn't hear it, but your mom said that she
might bring Aunt Yvona to dinner."
"Great!
I especially don't need to see her.
The last time I talked with her, in April, she used the Bible on me to try to
tell me I should resign my commission and get barefoot and pregnant with some
rich guy as soon as possible."
"Crazy
old bat," said Eager.
"You
got that right; I'm going below to change," said Nova as she kicked off
her sandals for a moment. "Barefoot, I don't mind," she quipped as
she picked up her shoes while wiggling her toes. "Pregnant, I do mind, at least right now…" she
said while patting her flat, well-toned stomach.
"When
will that opinion change?" said Natalie with a grin.
"When
I'm Mrs. Wildstar and I have my name on an MD's shingle," laughed
Nova. "Keep the guys from peeking
down there while I change, would you? See ya later."
In the
meantime, as the sun tickled the horizon, Vaught finished his research on the
island.
The capital
city was based in
He than
used the backdoor computer uplink again to book himself reservations for
suitable transportation and then to cut proper orders for himself. Then, he
again terminated the link. He waited a while to ensure that no one had detected
him. Finally, he began to make himself look the part that he knew had to play.
Vaught had survived on planets harsher than the conditions on his small island.
This would be easy for him. After he set up his survival equipment for
producing fresh water, he showered and shaved, then dressed in his new dark
green uniform.
Using his
abilities Vaught was able to lower his body temperature as not to perspire. He
made sure that Inferno was locked down and fully cloaked and set
the computer to attack any one close enough to touch it. He than activated the
transporter and disappeared from sight.
He
materialized a short time later in an unoccupied hotel room in the town of
He had with
him a data pad which was in the form of a wrist watch that was linked directly
to Inferno’s computers which gave him vessel status access to Inferno’s
computer core; he could even fly from the data pad if necessary. To anyone
looking at the instrument, it was just a fancy pilot’s watch. Vaught checked
the status of Inferno and walked
quietly towards the door. When he was certain that there was no one in the
hallway, he stepped out and walked to the elevator which went to the hotel
lobby. The lobby was filled with people and hotel employees who were all busy
about their work to them Vaught was just another tall military officer in the
crowd of military and civilian personnel. Vaught looked like a very tall person
in sunglasses (which hid his rather unusual eyes) but just a person,
nonetheless. He grabbed a taxi to the airport where he bought his ticket on his
reservation and waited for his flight.
He wandered
the concourse for a while after passing Security. He bought some food, and he
also bought several newspapers and magazines to read so that he could at least
be able to hold a conversation with someone. He noticed that there was a news
story in his paper about the blackout he had seen last night. He found it
interesting to note that the government offered no explanation for it. I wonder what they really know?
Vaught thought. If I could talk to
someone about this…I could learn something.
Vaught left
the wide concourse and went to the waiting area for his airline. He wondered
again if he would be talking to someone. Such an opportunity would soon occur
as the waiting area was small and somewhat crowded. Vaught noticed that were
other military personnel in the waiting area as well; some were in green
uniforms like his, some wore dark navy blue jackets with red collars, and some
wore blue uniforms, while some wore fatigues. A group of young men in fatigues
whistled at two young women, girls, almost, who were talking with a chubby
young man in a light blue uniform. The chubby man was waving goodbye to someone
that Vaught couldn't see, since he was engrossed in a Magazine called Air and Space. Vaught vaguely noticed
the chubby officer running off towards a hamburger stand, where he lost himself
in a Double Whopper with Cheese and paid no more attention to his surroundings.
Some of the enlisted Marines were making rude catcalls at a young dark-haired
woman casually dressed in a blue swimsuit with cut-off shorts over it. She
smiled and gave them the middle finger. They began to curse back at her as
Vaught realized that some gestures meant the same thing, regardless of what
universe one was in. Vaught just smiled as he returned to his article. He
thought about saying something to the enlisted men, but then he thought that
yelling orders at them right now might draw undue attention to himself. Attention he didn't quite want, or need, since he
wanted to play it cool and simply learn information. He had vaguely noticed
that his legs were sprawled out when he felt something crash into them. Then,
there was a quick blur; someone fell to the ground right in front of him.
This isn't the conversation I
wanted, thought
Vaught as the Marines nearby guffawed.
“No!" he said. "I am very sorry,” Vaught said standing up. "Are you
all right?"
"I'm
fine, I guess," replied his victim
in a husky alto voice that sounded close to tears.
Vaught had
tripped up a young blonde girl who looked to be no older than twenty or
twenty-two, at the oldest.
"Believe
me, it was an accident. It's my fault," said Vaught. The
"Marine" extended his hand and began to help the girl up as she tried
to grab her large carry-on shoulder bag and one of her sandals; both of which
had come off when she went down like a tree. She was also rubbing her ankle,
which she had also twisted slightly when she had fallen. The young dark-eyed
woman looked at him; she had a pretty but very penetrating gaze under thick
eyelashes. As she appraised him, Vaught instinctively took a step back. Their
eyes met as they stood in silence for a few seconds. Vaught thought, No, it can't be…it can't be Starsha…it can't
be my daughter? Can it?
He looked
hard at the young woman; she had honey-blonde hair that just barely came to her
shoulders, with two small curls at her cheekbones. Starsha even wore her hair
like that, once. The young woman had a dancer's build, lithe and athletic. In
fact, she was extremely slender and pretty. A thousand thoughts flooded
Vaught's mind. In every way, he was almost painfully reminded of his daughter
Starsha, to whom this woman bore a striking resemblance.
“Are you
all right? That was my fault; oh…my boyfriend says I can be such a ditz at times,” she said in a soft, low
alto that he guessed was her normal speaking voice. She even sounds like her, thought Vaught. This is too strange. She didn't notice his bandaged arm; as she
grabbed it while getting up, he let out a yelp. She cried, “Oh dear, I’m so
sorry!”
“Well, now
we’re even.” Vaught said as he smiled and then sat back down to read his
magazine. He felt that was the best thing to do especially since several people
were already laughing and making catcalls to the young woman as she struggled
with her bag and tried to shove her bare feet back into her sandals at the same
time.
"Hey,
baby!" yelled one of them, one of the enlisted Marines in fatigues.
"Need a date?"
Another one
yelled, "To hell with that! You wanna share my bungalow with me tonight,
babe?"
Vaught felt
like interfering for a moment, but it seemed as if the girl could sure tend her
own garden (Vaught would not know how apt his metaphor was until later, when he
found out that one of the young lady's interests was gardening). She gave the
enlisted man a very black look. For a moment, it looked like she wanted to belt
him, before she smoothed her skirt back into place and turned away with her
nose in the air in a huff.
Vaught
looked at her attire briefly. He didn't agree with the catcalls of the enlisted
men around her, but he could understand why her attire was drawing the rude
remarks and calls for dates and worse. She wore a white summer outfit trimmed
in pink; namely, a silken sleeveless blouse, with a very short skirt, and flat
open sandals, with a silk scarf around her neck and a matching manicure and
pedicure, all in pale pink. Boy, she's
got a thing for pink, thought Vaught. It appeared that she had dressed both
for the hot weather and to be noticed. Vaught shook his head and simply
muttered…“Kids.”
They
announced the boarding of his flight for
The
aircraft had two by two seating, and looked very comfortable in Vaught's eyes.
He had seen worse, much worse, than a tastefully decorated civilian airliner
that looked sort of like something from the 1960's on the inside. Vaught asked
a miniskirt-clad stewardess were his row was, and the pretty girl in orange and
white (who wore black go-go boots) guided him to his seat. As Vaught found his
aisle seat, he observed that sitting next to the window was the young woman
that he just collided with moments before in the terminal.
“Ah! We
meet again, Miss,” Vaught said as he put his bag in a
overhead compartment bin.
The young
woman smiled at him. “Hopefully, this time neither of us will end up in the
hospital, sir. I'm so sorry about your arm,” she said looking at his arm as
Vaught sat down next to her.
"I'm
sorry about your ankle," said Vaught. "Is a friend of yours a medic?
I see you've got an elastic bandage on it already."
"Nope,"
she said as she went into her bag and took out some antiseptic spray and a
bandage. "Did it all by myself. I'm getting used to that; I always run
into things. C'mon…let me see that," Vaught looked at her strangely as she
gestured at him to let her see his arm
“It’s all
right…really… I do this all the time!” she cried.
“No
kidding?” Vaught said as she sprayed his arm, which stung at first but had a
cooling effect.
“No
kidding. This is a pretty bad wound. Give it some time to heal; you should be
OK soon, though.”
“Well, I am
in your debt, Doctor.” Vaught said with a smile. He noticed a silver ring on
one of her fingers as she worked; it had a white stone marked with a red arrow
emblem of some kind. He wondered what its significance was.
“I'm an RN,
actually,” she said as she put her equipment back in her bag. "My name is
Nova Forrester. Sorry you caught me in civilian clothes; I was on a brief leave
in
"You
took good care of them yourself, miss."
"Thanks.
Please call me Nova."
"Nova…uh…You
said you were on leave? Are you in the military?
"Yes.
I'm an EDF Medical and Life Sciences Lieutenant, with a secondary MOS in Survey
and Analysis. Very pleased to meet you, sir.” She
looked briefly at the campaign ribbons in red, blue, and gold above one of his
pockets. "It looks like you've seen quite some a bit of action. Maybe you
and my boyfriend have something in common?"
Vaught
smiled, “I'm Lieutenant Colonel Vaught Corsair.…EDF Space Marines. You said you
have a boyfriend?"
"Yes;
he's in space right now on a one-year patrol; he'll be back tomorrow! I miss
him so much!"
"Well…
I apologize for gaping at you in the terminal. I almost mistook you for my
daughter; you’re both about the same age," said Vaught with a smile. I'm old enough to be your father; your
boyfriend must be your own age, he thought.
“Don't
worry, that happens quite a lot,” Nova said. “I was once mistaken for someone’s
sister not too long ago.”
In Vaught’s
mind appeared the image of the woman of whom Nova was thinking about. She was a
young woman in a purple gown, with hair very close to the same color, although
it was longer. It hit Vaught that if this Nova grew her hair
down her back and put on the same gown, she would look just like the
image in his mind. Vaught shook his head. Then, he looked at her again.
Surprisingly, even through his heavily tinted glasses Nova could see that his
eyes went wide.
“Astra.
You look just like Astra.” Vaught muttered quietly.
Nova heard
the remark. She thought, How would he know that? He wasn't on the
journey to Iscandar with us! This is starting to weird me out!
Vaught
shook his head; he seemed to be in pain.
“Are you
really all right?” Nova asked. Vaught nodded, then
smiled.
“I'm fine.
Just your antiseptic. You’re right… it does sting
after a little while.”
"Yeah…like
my ankle," she said with a rueful grin as she kicked off her shoes and put
her bare feet on the footrest. "Good thing I didn't break a toe falling
like that! I'm always stumbling into things. Even though my dad is like a
marshmallow, he says I remind him of a gawky colt at times. Maybe he's got a
point. Are you sure you're all right?"
"Just
thinking," said Vaught. Then, the plane started and began to taxi to the
end of the runway. Vaught closed his eyes and cleared his mind as an image
started to form in his mind
Vaught noticed that he seemed to be having a vision about his seatmate…or someone that looked like his seatmate, only in his vision, she wore a yellow and black uniform and boots of some kind. The younger woman was facing down…a crone. The older woman was perhaps seventy, maybe eighty, and had a fat, wasted face that had once probably been beautiful but had turned ugly, but she had the same eyes, almost, as her younger counterpart. Perhaps they were relatives? Vaught couldn't tell. The old hag was in a dirty brown blouse of some kind, holding a bottle of liquor in one hand and a stick in the other. Vaught could tell the younger woman and the older one were probably related…but he guessed it was not a happy relationship. He could see the lips moving as they argued, but no words came to her in the vision. Vaught got a definite sense of deep, deep enmity between the two of them, enmity verging upon hatred.
The old crone said three words, in silence, her mouth snapping each syllable. Vaught blanched…he was able to read lips well enough to know that the crone had just called the young woman a very obscene name.
Vaught
looked around the room. He saw other people there of whom he did not know He
saw his daughter to the left of them next to a Young very beautiful Vulcan
woman he saw Starsha's
eyes widened as the younger woman raised her hand…and a cylindrical object flew
to it. It was a light saber, and a very unusual one, at that. It came to life
at once in the woman's hands like a blue fire. In response, the old crone
raised her hand, and a saber came to it from a dirty, battered macramé purse
that looked homemade…like a craft project done by an alcoholic. The saber
almost looked the same as the filthy bag; it was dirty and seemed to be made
from junk, while the young woman's saber was silvery, clean, and immaculate
like a weapon made to military specs
The
crone lit her saber; it glowed red. As she was about to
strike another red light saber came around and blocked her. The light saber
looked identical to Vaught’s as he turned and saw the person wielding it. The
person was covered in an exosuit very similar to Vaught's; it was the man that
Vaught had always dreamed about even as a child. As a child, he feared him, in
later years… he emulated him… even designing the exosuit from his dreams right
down to the heavy mechanical breathing. He turned to look at Vaught as a streak
of coldness went through him.
“What is thy bidding, my Master?”
Vaught found himself saying not sure how or why he said it
“Focus, Vaught.” came the deep
menacing voice over the heavy, mechanical breathing. “Balance, is in both the
light side and the dark side."
In Vaught's dream, the young woman
in yellow said, "Why are you keeping me from fighting her now? WHY?"
"It is not yet your
destiny," rumbled the man in the exosuit. "Your destiny lies along a
different path."
"What is it?"
"It is not for me to say,"
said the man.
Vaught
opened his eyes and found the aircraft had just taken off as he turned towards
Nova, who smiled gently as she looked up from a paperback.
“Bad
dream?” asked the younger woman.
Vaught
nodded. He lifted his glasses and rubbed his eyes with his eyes closed. Then,
he placed the glasses back on quickly so as not to reveal his eyes.
“Just a
tremor in the Force…” Vaught muttered
What?”
asked Nova. "What are you talking
about?"
“Yes…a bad
dream…nothing more than that.” Vaught said as he looked past Nova and out the
window.
What is her destiny? Vaught thought to himself. Why did
I have that strange tremor? And why does it focus on this woman? Who are you?
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