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A/N: And chapter four of my Scorpius fanfiction! Hope you guys like this slightly longer chapter 
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The great tragedy of life is not death, but what dies inside us while we live.-Norman Cousins
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"So," The half-breed asked, turning a rigged fork into the temperature system, "when you die, nothing happens?"
"I didn't say nothing," She sighed, "Your body decomposes, starts to break down."
"And that's it?" He put the fork back to it's hiding place.
"As far as anyone knows," She shrugged, "But some are immortalized in stars."
"What do you mean?" He asked as he sat back down.
"On the last planet I visited, the natives had stories about people who were lifted up and made into constellations pictures in the darkness."
"I thought stars were balls of gas."
"They are, they're just stories." She shook her head, "I'm here to teach you, not tell tales out of school."
"I do need to practice conversation," He tried to smile.
"I'm too soft on you," She sighed again as they both sat on his bed. "My favorite story is of The Chasca Star. Where I lived, had a story of how the star their planet revolved around formed. In place of the star was a small planet where whatever the Chief said was law.
"They say the Chief was a cruel man who took the most beautiful woman in the village as his wife, use her for a short time, then dispose of her. Only two women were lucky enough to become impregnated, and he let them stay with the children they produced until they were weened before he banished them.
"The older child, Thayer, was male, and would take his fathers place. The younger was a female, as pretty as her mother. She was named Chasca.
"The cycle Chasca was ready to be married, an armada of a warring species unexpectedly landed on the planet. They warned that they had a special weapon, and if the Chief did not submit to them, they would destroy the planet. They had 36 Arns to decide their fate.
"The Chief and Thayer would rather go to war than submit, and rallied their warriors. But Chasca recognized the cruelty in the strangers eyes, and did not want a prolonged war. She decided that, for the first time, she would take her life into her own hands.
"As her father and brother planned with the generals, she slipped away to the enemies ship. The Commander of the armada was a daunting figure named Scorpius.
"She dropped to her knees and praised the Commander for his grand ship and crew. She then told the towering figure that her proud people would make poor slaves and they had no valuable resources that Scorpius would want. Chasca proposed that she would sacrifice herself if the invaders would leave the planet, and to her surprise Scorpius accepted.
"Once she was safely on board, she asked for one last favor. After they took off, the planet was demolished, and they sailed on into the stars."
She paused a moment, letting the story sink in. She could see the wheels in his head turning.
"That wouldn't cause a star to form..." He said, rather confused, "And if there was no star there before, what did that planet revolve around?"
"I didn't say it was a smart story." She rolled her eyes. "But the Chasca star is still a part of that galaxy, you can look it up."
"Why did they name it after her, if she was the one who wanted the planet blown up?"
"Because she had the guts to do it."
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His first night on the peacekeeper base was eventful. One of his subordinates had a problem working for a half-breed and started a fight he could not finish. After the paperwork for a replacement captain, the half-breed sat in his room contemplating his change of fortune.
He decided that before he slept, a study of his room was necessary. All listening devices were taken care of, and he was able to sit and take a small breath of comfort. The room was bigger than he was used to, with a temperature gauge he could easily control.
An old star-map the previous owner abandoned caught his eye. So many patterns, almost endless; many of the systems he had never been to but wanted to-but his vengeance came first.
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The great tragedy of life is not death, but what dies inside us while we live.-Norman Cousins
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"So," The half-breed asked, turning a rigged fork into the temperature system, "when you die, nothing happens?"
"I didn't say nothing," She sighed, "Your body decomposes, starts to break down."
"And that's it?" He put the fork back to it's hiding place.
"As far as anyone knows," She shrugged, "But some are immortalized in stars."
"What do you mean?" He asked as he sat back down.
"On the last planet I visited, the natives had stories about people who were lifted up and made into constellations pictures in the darkness."
"I thought stars were balls of gas."
"They are, they're just stories." She shook her head, "I'm here to teach you, not tell tales out of school."
"I do need to practice conversation," He tried to smile.
"I'm too soft on you," She sighed again as they both sat on his bed. "My favorite story is of The Chasca Star. Where I lived, had a story of how the star their planet revolved around formed. In place of the star was a small planet where whatever the Chief said was law.
"They say the Chief was a cruel man who took the most beautiful woman in the village as his wife, use her for a short time, then dispose of her. Only two women were lucky enough to become impregnated, and he let them stay with the children they produced until they were weened before he banished them.
"The older child, Thayer, was male, and would take his fathers place. The younger was a female, as pretty as her mother. She was named Chasca.
"The cycle Chasca was ready to be married, an armada of a warring species unexpectedly landed on the planet. They warned that they had a special weapon, and if the Chief did not submit to them, they would destroy the planet. They had 36 Arns to decide their fate.
"The Chief and Thayer would rather go to war than submit, and rallied their warriors. But Chasca recognized the cruelty in the strangers eyes, and did not want a prolonged war. She decided that, for the first time, she would take her life into her own hands.
"As her father and brother planned with the generals, she slipped away to the enemies ship. The Commander of the armada was a daunting figure named Scorpius.
"She dropped to her knees and praised the Commander for his grand ship and crew. She then told the towering figure that her proud people would make poor slaves and they had no valuable resources that Scorpius would want. Chasca proposed that she would sacrifice herself if the invaders would leave the planet, and to her surprise Scorpius accepted.
"Once she was safely on board, she asked for one last favor. After they took off, the planet was demolished, and they sailed on into the stars."
She paused a moment, letting the story sink in. She could see the wheels in his head turning.
"That wouldn't cause a star to form..." He said, rather confused, "And if there was no star there before, what did that planet revolve around?"
"I didn't say it was a smart story." She rolled her eyes. "But the Chasca star is still a part of that galaxy, you can look it up."
"Why did they name it after her, if she was the one who wanted the planet blown up?"
"Because she had the guts to do it."
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His first night on the peacekeeper base was eventful. One of his subordinates had a problem working for a half-breed and started a fight he could not finish. After the paperwork for a replacement captain, the half-breed sat in his room contemplating his change of fortune.
He decided that before he slept, a study of his room was necessary. All listening devices were taken care of, and he was able to sit and take a small breath of comfort. The room was bigger than he was used to, with a temperature gauge he could easily control.
An old star-map the previous owner abandoned caught his eye. So many patterns, almost endless; many of the systems he had never been to but wanted to-but his vengeance came first.
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