Prompt. "Don't touch that one. You won't like what happens next."

Mari stops me from coming any closer to a particular terrarium. "What does it do?" I look at the delicate looking plant.

"The sap is highly acidic. I took it from Sterling. I think Peter might find a medical use for it. Would you possibly need a strong acid in engineering?"

"Nothing comes to mind. However, Aria might have a use in her inventions. Depending on how corrosive it is, she might be able to use it in something."

"What a good idea. I should have thought of her."

"Well, you're still getting to know everyone's quirks. Aria and acid isn't the first combo you think of. I can see why you thought of Peter though. I doubt he comprehends the whole catching more flies with honey than vinegar."

She laughs like I hoped.

"He can be pretty acidic at times. Should I name it after him? I doubt anyone has cataloged it."

It was my turn to laugh. "He would probably see it as an honor, not an insult."

"Well, I'll hold off on naming it. Some other name may fit better."

"True. I just came to see if you were able to get what you needed during the evacuation."

"Thank you, Mark." She laid her hand on my arm. "But I didn't have much and most was on board. There was really just me."

"Well I'm glad you have everything. But please let me, us, know if you could use anything else."

"I will. And next time you stop by, let me know if you want tea. I can make a mean cup."

"You want me to stop by?" I cringe as I hear the hopefulness in my tone.

"Yes. I enjoy your company."

"Good to know."

Prompt. “It was so terribly cold. Snow was falling, and it was almost dark.”

The light from the distant volcano was now brighter than the sky. Jason walked from the troop ship towards the warmth of the base, but held little hope for it soothing his disturbed mind. This mission was the last straw. Fenix used to be a force for peace and order. Now it was little more than a mercenary organization. He knew Rask's mercilessness wouldn't be punished. It might just be rewarded, despite the directive to take the hostiles alive. He stopped to watch the last rays of light disappear on Sthenos's horizon. It felt like a good analogy for the pride he once had in his position of Captain. A gust of the bitter wind blew snow tainted with the ever present volcanic ash into his face. The decision solidified. He would have to resign and go Recreant. His father would hate it. However, his only concern was for his younger brother Peter. Fortunately he was in the medical program and showed an aptatude to become a great doctor. There was little chance he would be transfered to the military branch. He would have to leave everything he knew, including his family, but the decision made him feel lighter. Maybe the sun had set on this part of his life, but he could see a new future dawning.