Hunting a Hart
Boy it has been a long time but it happened. I've uploaded a fic on ao3 again. and of course it's Starfield, nestled in the chaos of the Twins'verse.
Once someone threatened Manny’s health and safety all bets were off. Cora turned into a blur of violence for whoever decided to try it. Whoever usually being Zealots and Spacers. People most wouldn’t bat an eye over. But Ranger Lillian Hart? Her mother? ‘Would she do something?’ wasn’t the right question. What wouldn't she do for the one she loved?
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and before I go, a sneak peek...like old time....
“I just…” Emma shook her head and rocked back in her chair, “I wish I shared your optimism, Cora. If it’s her then she thinks Manny and Delgado are involved with Ricky’s treason and there’s a possibility not even you will get through to her. Not if she’s turned her back on the Rock.”
“I do think she’s in the system,” Cora crossed her arms, “because she’s hoping to get a confession from Manny and wouldn’t want to waste time once she has it. She’ll want to forward her ‘evidence’ to the Governors as soon as she gets it so she can prove she’s right and you all were wrong.”
“She also thinks the majority of the Governors are crooked,” Emma massaged the left side of her temple with two fingers and closed her eyes, “if I swear you in she might think you’re compromised and ignore your messages.”
“She’s been begging for time with her baby girl for years,” Cora reminded the Marshal, “if I tell her I’ve seen the light and want to mend the bridge, to learn to be just like her, she’ll cave.”
“I don’t know,” Emma said, “feels like rolling rigged dice.”
The same phantom pain ripped up the left side of Cora’s face, her vision going white with what felt like a small explosion in her socket. She gasped in pain and covered her eye while she did all she could to push it to the side.
“She’s been getting some nasty muscle spasms,” Fox lied, “stress is a real bitch.”
“That it is,” Emma frowned, “are you going to be up for this?”
“I’m going to hunt her down with or without your help,” Cora blinked rapidly before turning her focus to the Marshal, “with you will be cleaner, faster. But I will find her one way or another.”
“Suppose you would have contacts in House Va’ruun capable of tracking down a missing ship,” Emma looked up at Fox, her expression barely readable. The idea of Cora calling in Va’ruun help appeared to make the Marshal nervous. They were allies but so much was still unknown. And that House Va’ruun had closer ties to the Liberated than the Freestar Collective was a growing concern for those in power, “and she would be less likely to hurt Manny if she doesn’t feel under threat.”
“It’s why I came to you first,” Cora slid her hands into her loose sleeves and pinched at her skin. A distraction to keep her wrath at bay.
