#rayner

You don’t trust us, I get that. And from what I know about you, I wouldn’t expect you to.

Author chose not to use warnings | Mature | Rayner/Charles Vance there was only one sleeping bag | war crimes | references to past torture | violence | trauma | shame | pre-canon | dubious survival tactics | lost in translation | problematic bi representation | nobody’s hands are clean (in either the moral or the hygienic sense) In the dying months of the Kellerun uprising, the Federation finally dispatches aid. Cut off from their convoy, stranded and alone, a junior Starfleet officer and a Kellerun militia soldier face a war of their own.

Well, that sure was four months. Chapter thirteen! In which everyone handles recent events in a mature and well-adjusted fashion.

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