He watched his shuttle hit altitude and then vanish into a pristine blue sky. The roaring of the engines faded away until there was nothing but the distant thunder of jet engines, so much quieter in comparison to the wild screaming of the spacefaring craft headed on her way back to the Harbinger, and a crew that would be captained by his second in command. It hurt him to think that someone else would be captaining his ship, that she'd be in deep space without him.

He wondered if this is what it felt like for a parent to leave their child for the first time.

It all just made his heart ache, and he had the sudden desire to call and make sure she hadn't spontaneously combusted as soon as he had entered that shuttle leaving her on the docking port moonside.

"Yep, she totally exploded, the entire crew is dead and their ashes will forever float through space." He turned his head to glower at Conn floating at his back and staring up into the sky with a grin.

"Shut the hell up Conn."

"Make me."

"Do I need to remind you that the only thing between you and a snapped spine is a gravitational chastity belt." he snarled

Conn adjusted the gravity field harness around his narrow-protruding hips, "Speaking of chastity belts-"

He held up a hand, "NO-no I am stopping that line of conversation right there."

A gentle hand rested on one of his shoulders, and he turned to find Sunny standing over him her head tilted slightly to one side. The expression she had on was almost comical for an alien without human facial structures, "They'll be fine." Then she slapped him on the back making him stagger forward, "Now stop frowning, You should be excited."

He straightened himself out adjusting his jacket.

To his side, Krill sighed and looked up at the sky with an almost longing expression.

"What's your problem?" Sunny wondered

The Vrul sighed, "The amount of time I spend on a class A death planet is really making me question my sanity."

"You're only now beginning to question your sanity?" Adam wondered wryly as he looked around the tarmac. Aside from a couple of baggage carriers, and people in bright orange vests, there was no one here, and no way to tell where they were supposed to go.

"Ha ha, funny ...Where are we going?"

"Guess we sort of just head towards the terminal?" He glanced towards the taxiways between them and the terminal and shook his head. That didn't seem likely, but also.... There was no one here, "Or not.... I would expect at least someone to be here."

Sunny crossed her arms in annoyance, "Seems kind of rude they would ask you to come and then just.... Leave you."

His eyes scanned over the tarmac once more, baggage carts, buggies, distant buses, a fancy black car, but nothing close by. He adjusted his bag over his shoulder, "May as well walk to those people over there and ask them. I don't want to get in the way of the planes."

Adam, followed by his extraterrestrial entourage slowly began heading in that direction. A bus rolled by them going the opposite direction, and the black car from earlier turned onto the same road to roll past. Adam kept walking.

"Commander!..... Commander Vir."

The group of them spun in a tight circle turning to face the car, which turned out to be a limousine, the front window rolled down, and a man in a dark suit leaning out.

Adam looked around like there was someone else by that name standing behind him before pointing at himself, "I ur.... Me."

The man parked the car and stepped out reaching over to open the car door, "Mr. Ellis apologizes that he couldn't meet you in person, but he hopes that you will find his personal car satisfactory. Adam blinked like a deer in the headlights, "Er... uh... are you sure you've got the right person?" He eyed the car.

"You stupid or something?" Conn wondered floating towards the door and vanishing inside the car, much to the driver's confusion and surprise. He stared after Conn with wide eyes before turning to look at Adam.

"Believe it or not he's actually pretty tame for his species." The commander sighed stepping forward and thanking the man awkwardly as he slid inside.

He wasn't entirely sure if satisfaction was the word he'd use to describe how he felt. Everything, and he meant everything was extravagant and eccentric to the extreme. Crystal glasses, with the appropriate liquor, adjustable colored lights, heated seats in a fabric he couldn't even name, the absolute definition of leg-room so that even Sunny was comfortable. There was a TV just above the far end turned to the news, a snack bar, a sun roof. He folded his hands in his lap afraid to touch anything for fear of damaging it.

Sunny scooted to sit next to him while Conn and Krill took the other side.

Conn leaned back in his seat, "Not bad."

"You would say that." Adam muttered leaning a little closer to Sunny hands pinned between his knees so as not to touch anything.

Sunny had no such qualms sprawling out like she owned the place head resting back onto a fluffy set of cushions just before the window, "Now this, I could get used to."

Adam disagreed, there was no way that he would ever be able to get used to something like this. In fact, at this moment he was wondering what he was even doing here, hanging out in famous people's fancy cars with private drivers. He wasn't special enough for something like that. In fact, he was a soldier, that was it, and arguably not even a very good one. He was just some lucky son of a bitch who had alien friends and a spaceship somehow by coincidence.

He should have been happy, but felt himself wilt internally as he looked around the car at all the fancy things.

Conn watched him from across the car but said nothing.

Unfortunately for him, Sunny caught the tension glancing between him and Conn.

The were rolling out of the LAX tarmac as she spoke, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Adam interjected over Conn, who continued to speak through Adam.

"Boo hoo, oh woe is me, I'm not special enough enough to be here, I am just an average guy who's not even actually good at anything wa ... was."

Adam snarled at Conn, "get the hell out of my head Conn."

"You can't just leave your mind dangling open for all your thoughts to flop out."

"Thanks for phrasing the analogy that way Conn, I appreciate it." he leaned back in his seat arms now crossed, "And yeah, I feel a bit out of place. I should be back up with my men doing something useful but here I am being treated all special by people who barely even know me. If they really did they wouldn't be half as interesting. If they knew how half the stuff I did was pure dumb luck, or how i spend most of the scared out of my mind. How I'm not some kind of badass."
Sunny hummed deep in her chest, "Yes, the story of the man whose dumb lluck led him to being the most important human in the galaxy is totally boring. Yawn, I am falling asleep already."

"You don't even yawn."

"Why do you think I said yawn instead of actually yawning then?"

He growled, "My point is, I just feel out of place."

"Welcome to being a celebrity Adam. Having dumb luck that put you in a position for people to look up to you. You think these people got here because they are ACTUALLY special. No, they got here because their parents were famous, or because they got into good acting schools when they were kids, or because they knew a guy. All of these people got lucky, aren't actually special, and there are plenty of people out there more talented than they are, but at this point they are so famous no one cares anymore."

Adam sat in silence contemplating the thought, "II mean.... When you put it like that."

"You know it's because I am always right." Sunny said smugly.

He turned his head towards the window watching the city pass by below them. LA was the largest and one of the most ancient cities on the continent. Of course it spoke nothing of a city like Rome or London, but it was still pretty impressive. The entire place was so shiny and white mixed with delicate greenery all built on the bones of the slums. Not only was LA one of the oldest cities on the continent it was also one of the richest. The further they went the nicer the already nice buildings got reaching towards the sky all shiny and white.

Massive mansions dominated the distance with high gates and private shuttle pads.

The sky above them was dominated by flying cars, private shuttles, and the occasional jet. One mansion they passed by was so big, it seemed as if the front facade went on for almost a mile intertwined with many decorative fountains and trimmed hedges upkeep exclusively by robots.

They turned down another street heading into the city with expensive outlet malls and large flashy brand names that probably cost as much as the warp core used to power his ship. He was both parts intimidated and stunned leaning towards the window to stare at all the strange people that walked the sidewalks.

He turned his head following a very excessively dressed man in a tailored ball gown that took up most of the sidewalk.

Where he grew up in the suburbs, there had been people who dressed according to plenty of other time periods, but the trend had been early 2000s mostly thanks to his mother who performed the modest almost utilitarian style of their clothing plus they had never been rich enough to afford new fashion. Jeans were cheap, easy to make, a staple of the poor masses. Not that they had been poor poor per say, after the war his father worked as a farmhand for Megafarm producing millions of pounds of produce, while his mother had quit teaching to pursue business in talor-making period accurate clothing for those who were into that sort of thing. As a result, his family had been middle middle class.

But this.... This was for the 1%. A place he had never even dreamed of seeing.

He looked down at himself again, shabby jeans, black T-shirt and a hand me down leather jacket from his older brother David, which had seen better days.

He sunk down in his seat.

They took another corner and pulled up to the gate. He craned his neck to look out the window glancing up to the large sign hanging over the gate which read.

HOLLYWOOD STUDIOS.

Named for the ancient strip of land which produced many of the early movies when film was in its infancy. Once famous for the land and the people who lived there, it was now famous for being the highest grossing film studio EVER. A powerhouse of film that practically monopolized the world of action. While a lot of people demonized the studio for being a monopoly on film, Adam could see why.

They made some good shit.

The gate buzzed open and they were driven inside. He HAD to get a better look rolling open the skylight and standing to look out the top of the car. Hundreds of people dressed in costumes, carrying props, cameras, equipment. Mouth open like an idiot he stared through open warehouse doors and onto virtual projected sets on which actors stood in full costume, or in motion capture suits. Camera men walked around in massive exoskeletons controlling up to ten cameras at once.

A dog trotted past with a handler, a dog that Vir recognized from plenty of movies in which she had starred tail wagging tongue lolling. He dropped back inside the car with wide eyes staring at Sunny who was also looking out the window with wide eyes.

The car came to a stop towards the end of the strip, but then picked up again rolling into one of the giant warehouses and pulling to a stop. The engine cut, and the doors opened. He stepped out thanking the Driver.

"Commander Vir! Just who I wanted to see!" He turned just in time to catch Director Ellis, or more like be blinded by him, as he skipped up wearing his strange sequin suit and cat-eye glasses. Instead of going for the handshake the man grabbed him by the shoulders and shook him, "It's so exciting to finally have you here. You will be so excited to see what we have done. Just like you said, being as accurate as possible' it's been a real challenge, but I assure you, you will be so proud. We have done so much research, and I have talked to experts everywhere"

A mousy little woman scuttled after him holding two cups of coffee looking frazzled and exhausted as she tried to keep up with her boss.

Members of the crew looked up from where they were standing and a few exclamations of awe went up, and he couldn't blame them, aliens were pretty cool. Despite Conn being a total asshole, he cut an impressive figure of billowing white ribbon and slow ethereal movement.

The man pulled back eyes widening at Conn, "You will be an absolute bitch to animate,"

"Match his personality." Sunny quipped stepping out of the car.

She was greeted excessively by the director as well as Krill.

A sizable crowd had gathered, and Adam stepped back intending to allow his non-human friends the attention they deserved.

That's not exactly what ended up happening. Stepping out of the circle he heard a shriek that made him nearly leap out of his skin. He turned to find a young woman with large glasses wearing a grey suit and pencil skirt. There was a pile of papers and a clipboard on the ground at her feet like she had dropped them.

Her eyes were wide as she stared at him mouth open.

"Er...... are you ok?" He ventured leaning down to pick up her papers.

When he stood back up she was still frozen her eyes wide. He offered her papers back.

That broke her from her frozen state but beginning with her hands which started to shake frantically in front of her. The shaking grew wider and wider, her expression grew more excited and she began to leap up and down squealing, "No way, no way.... No way no way no way." That devolved until she was simply squealing with excitement.

Adam stepped back in shock and confusion, "It's really you I can't believe it!"

She rushed forward arms out then paused, "Can I?" Her expression was so innocent and excited, her eyes so wide that he didn't know how to respond.

"Er ...sure."

She nearly broke his back wrapping her arms around him and squealing in delight again knocking her glasses askew. He grunted as the breath was crushed from his lungs. Despite being tiny she was surprisingly strong, and he felt his feet lightening upon the ground hands held out to the side still clutching her clipboard.

She stepped back after a moment with a big smile, her glasses canted at an awkward angle, "Can i get a picture with you." She begged

He glanced over his shoulder still not convinced that she hadn't mistaken him for someone, "Um, Are you sure. I Maybe you have the wrong person."

She shook her head vigorously giggling, "No, I'd know you anywhere. Commander Vir, the first man to meet sentient life, participated in the Drev war, commanding the first fleet of interstellar ships. You are my HERO." She looked at him with eyes so wide, so innocent and starstruck that he hardly knew what to say.

He wondered if maybe he was dreaming.

"Picture?" She pleaded

"Um ... uh yeah, sure I guess." She squealed again this time causing him to drop her clipboard as she grabbed him by the arm pulled him in and whipped out her phone snapping at least ten pictures of them before letting him go. "Mr. Vir it is such an honor." She was saying, "I've read everything about you, all the declassified transmissions. Like that time you saved an alien race from extinction, or that time you ran a marathon on a A-1 death planet, or or like the three times you've saved entire planets."

"Oh I.... really?"

She nodded, "Yes, Mr. Vir."

He rubbed the back of his neck, "You can just call me Adam."

He was nearly defined in the next moment as she shrieked again and hugged him.

"What's your name?"

She put her hands over her mouth eyes wide, "S-samantha, but- but my friends call me Sammy.....You can call me Sammy." He blinked in confused surprise and a bit of self consciousness feeling himself go a bit red.

She may have been star struck, but he was sort of struck by her being star struck. This had to be some sort of dream, even more confusing when he realized the circle of people he assumed had been there for his alien companions had ll circled themselves around him.

Men and women, stage crew, and actors in motion capture suits gathered around wide eyed and smiling.

He spun in a slight circle staring around at all the faces.

A man stepped from the crowd, a young guy in a motion capture suit. He held out a hand, "Commander, Ezra Hemming. I Well I guess I'm the stunt double for.... For your stunt double? Keith Jenning."

"So? You'll be doing all the legwork?"

The young man blushed." I guess you could say that."

Did he seriously seem nervous? It seemed so strange, and all these people were looking at him, approaching him, wanting to talk to him. It was insane, he shook so many hands learned so many names in such a short amount of time. At some point there was a hydraulic hiss, and the crowd around him parted.

A woman walked towards them elevated on a set of robotic stilt legs, wearing a motion capture suit, and an exoskeleton that gave her an extra set of arms. Vir felt his mouth drop open. Rita Ortiz... the penultimate action hero casting choice, and someone he had a boyish crush on for.... Well a couple of years now.

In her exo suit, she was as tall as sunny, which he assumed was the point, "Commander." She said politely.

"Ms. Ortiz.... Er.... Can I..... get your autograph." He stammered out feeling stupid almost immediatly, but to his surprse she broke into a wide smile.

"I was about to ask you the same thing. Make it a deal and trade mine for yours."

He choked with a rather sporadic laugh not believing her in the slightest.

Some of the crowd finally noticed his alien friends and Ms. Ortiz seemed especially interested in sunny, for obvious reasons. The two stepped up to each other examining the other with a critical eye.

Sunny seemed pleased.

Samantha lurked next to him, and he had a feeling she was trying to be discreet, but it wasn't working. He was still wigging out about this hardly able to believe it. At some point, someone grabbed him and dragged him towards the director's chair where Ellis was was talking to some of the writers.

He turned in his chair, "Adam.... May I call you Adam, Good, the writers and I were just going over the script, and well we have run into a few snags. You gave us a pretty detailed explanation on some of the things that happened, but this part right here, the part where you lose your leg..... It's very vague."

Adam shuffled his feet awkwardly glancing over to where Sunny was showing the actress how to more properly move like a Drev. A few of the VFX people were there as well examining her armor, its color and debating how best to reproduce that in post.

"Well I..... It was taken off during the Drev war."

"I mean, yeah we got that, and not to push but.... Unless you want us to cut that part out."

He glanced again towards Sunny.

"I.... its hard to talk about."

A hand on his shoulder, "I understand, I quite understand...."

He mulled it over for a minute while the writers were talking heart hammering in his chest. He had never told Sunny.... Never really explained about his post traumatic stress related to that incident. Never really mentioned how long it took him to trust her, and he never would.

He'd never fess up to the nightmares.

Because he didn't want them to matter anymore.

"I can't explain it to you but.... I can show you." The group of them turned almost surprised, and he was honestly surprised at himself too. What he was about to do.... It was a bigger deal than any of them might assume.

"Sunny!" he turned, and the bright blue alien trotted over humming happily the way that Drev did. She seemed so happy, nothing like the creature in his dreams, his friend, his best friend.

"Yes?"

"I.... Well I need to show them how I lost my leg, hard to explain, so I thought we might show them."

He watched Sunny carefully, and was probably the only one who noticed the slight wilt in her shoulders. The guilt flashing in her gold eyes.... Of course the thing in his dreams would never have felt that way, "Oh ... are you sure."

He cleared his throat waving it off, "Of course, here." he stepped forward motioning around the room, "I remember the rocks being sort of like this. There was a shallow sort of bowl like a pocket and some rocks here. There were actually a Tesraki and a rundi soldier right there, and I was over here."

The crew, following his words began moving around the greenscreen landscape creating the sort of space that he was talking about.

"Now I had one of those older models M-23s pieces of shit, and a knife." He reached out for the prop weapon offered to him, "And the drev had a spear." He glanced towards Sunny, who was looking very, very uncomfortable, but someone handed her the prop spear. She looked down at it and swivel it in her hand like the thing was an extension of her body.

She didn't seem particularly satisfied but didn't say anything. He moved up onto the fake terrain, and she did the same looking over at him with concern. It was almost as if she knew that even though he had never bothered to tell her.

He came up one side of the set while she came up the other; she had the spear held out ready, and he had the gun up. Of course, he dropped it on it's sling when it supposedly overheated,

He remembered this like it had been yesterday, how the rock had felt under his feet, the panic he had felt for the two defenseless soldiers she was stalking. He remembered panicking when the gun malfunctioned, he remembered how he wasn't thinking straight. He remembered making the decision that cost him his leg.

He didn't bother trying to go easy on her, catching her around the neck and raising his hand with the collapsable knife.

The world began to spin, and before his eyes he saw the ash and fire.

He heard the gunfire felt his body moving as it once had. Saw the dark shadow, heard the screaming and felt the hot air over his body. He remembered the knife biting into her skin. He remembered being thrown to the ground.

Set lights flashed around him as he slammed into the floor, padded but still painful as he rolled to the side. Sunny's foot came down right next to his head as he rolled to the side cutting at her heels.

The creature reached down to grab him, but he rolled to his feet cutting at the hand.

He remembered the sweat trickling down his body from the great heat of the volcanoes. He remembered how the ash had coated the stone making things strangely slippery. He remembered the poorly equipped gear and the oversized shoes.

He remembered slipping backwards landing hard on his back as the spear cut downwards.

He remembered bone cracking and flesh splitting in half.

He braced for pain but none came. The fire died, the ash vanished, and he found himself on the ground hands over his face, a spear tip lightly grazing the outer carapace of his prosthetic leg. Sunny stood over him spear held in one of her lower arms. Though her posture was ready for a fight, her eyes..... So much more expressive than that of the creature he remembered from his vision, looked at him in worry and something that looked like pain.

He lay on the ground looking up at her, at her mercy, just like he had been on that day.

And he knew she wouldn't hurt him.

She withdrew the spear and stepped back offering one hand to him.

He didn't hesitate to take it, and she hauled him to his feet.

Together, they turned to look at the spectators who were looking on in awe,and shock.

Quietly sunny began, "Our orders were to remove their limbs.... In our culture Disability IS death. We thought that simply removing their limbs would stop them.... We were wrong."

Adam tried to keep his voice light, "I don't remember much, but I crawled about ....50 feet down that hill before someone managed to find me and stabilize me. The leg was completely gone, no hope of reattaching something that's just gone."

"That was..... Intense." Ellis finally cut in, "We should have had some cameras rolling dammit. Can we recreate that!" He began ordering his men around, and for a moment, the two of them were forgotten in the crowd. He stood there quietly noticing on the instant as two pairs of arms wrapped themselves around him. Enveloping him in an armored hug that almost completely encased him.... Safe.

A voice at his ear.

"Don't EVER make me do that again."

He placed a hand over hers, "Never, I promise."