A New Hope
01 Jan 2021Blisstopher
I thought I had left behind the old ways when I fled Federation space in 3305; forced into hiding, scrubbed from records, and adopted a new persona. It took two years in Deep Space jumping from rock to rock living off space cucumbers and alien invertebrates that I care not to reminisce. Two whole years before I was able to return to the bubble, I still look over my shoulder constantly; worried that someone may see through the reconstructive surgery and recognize me.