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A washed up mercenary with a cybernetic arm is down to her last creds, and takes the only job they can get. She must escort a young boy across a post-apocalyptic wasteland to a distant settlement. At first, she hates the idea. She dislikes people in general, and she does not know how to deal with children. As they travel, his trust in her becomes the only thing keeping the cold metal inside her from feeling like a cage. A motherly instinct takes root in her.
The trading post stinks of rust and rot. Sera signs the contract with her flesh hand—the cybernetic one stays tucked behind her back. The boy's guardian hands her a pouch of creds and walks away witho
Sera and Lucas are caught unaware by a sandstorm, and are forced to seek shelter in an abandoned shack. Sera and Lucas bond a little. After the dust storm ends, a mutant attacks, and Sera defends Luca
Sera's hand is on her sidearm before her mind catches up, her body sliding in front of Luca with the old, terrible grace of a soldier who's survived too many ambushes. She counts them in her head—thre
Sera finds Luca's journal while he sleeps, her cybernetic fingers tracing drawings of birds he's never seen but dreams of. She sees his handwriting in the margins — notes about her: 'Sera doesn't laug
Dawn breaks cold and gray, and Luca knows. He sees the journal moved, sees her face. His hands shake as he asks, and Sera feels the question land in her chest like a blade she chose to catch. She knee