IdanCarre

I walked up the creaking wooden stairs, smelling the increasingly strong incense wafting in from his office. My heart raced, it had been so long, I wasn't quite sure what to expect when I saw him. I stepped into the open doorway. There he was, scribbling something on yellowed paper, a blue robe wrapped around him. I knew he heard the footsteps but he didn't look up immediately. "Things must be pretty bad for you to come all the way here." Deliberately, he set the pen down. He looked up and his green eyes flashed over my face, sending a warm embrace. He wasn't known for being friendly, so this was a surprise. I suppose he is partial to me, I am the one who breathed life into him in the first place. Idan Carre was first reported to be living on the meta steppes about 23 years ago, but that was just the first documented encounter with him. He was just a teenage boy at the time, so he is probably in his thirties. He has had several adventures since, but his passion has always been the

"How many of us were like that, gosh, I don't know..." Gerry leaned back in her chair and looked up at the ceiling, hands clasped behind the head of curly red hair. "Probably all of us, at least a little. It was the culture." Gerry worked for Debbie, MK's wife, in the underground. I'd been trying to piece MK and Debbie's story together in the aftermath of most of the major events that had unfolded on this planet, which for reasons pertaining to it's confused "ownership" we will just call #546, only because it's the 546th planet I have written about. Up to this point I'd been a fully objective, rational reporter of events. I always got both sides of the story (or all five, ten, one hundred, however many sides there were), and my peers regarded me as one of the most trustworthy figures for good references on the big picture of conflicts taking place on our neighboring planets. I never let my personal life influence what I wrote about. I didn't work for me, I worked for the people.