The trouble with Spirit Girlfriends…
If you read Saving Outbound, you know a tampered person blew up during interrogation, killing Captain Longfellow’s second in command, Cass. Sorry to say, Cass and the Captain’s last words were not ones of love. Fortunately, Tamara helps Cass learns how to manipulate molecules so Longfellow can see a faint hint of her and hear her voice, which allowed them to make up.
And yes, Cass remains as sassy as ever. Statistically speaking, sassy people remains ghosts far longer than gentle sweet people. For example, when Dmitri is obliterated in one universe, Saran dies instantly from the shock of losing him, and her spirit moves on in seconds. Without her anchors, Tamara disappears, having lost 2/3rds of her soul. But still, she hangs on the longest, taking the time to realize how fragile they actually were.
If you don’t remember Tamsarandem dying, it’s because the Gods were able to secure a lagging universe and undo the situation (and brains are terrible recorders of facts.) (It’s in book 2, I promise)
In book 4, the sassy spirit of Cass goes through a great deal. While she adores Captain Longfellow, his inability to touch her creates problems. She suggests he create a simulation program of her that he can touch, but oddly, his actions leave her less than satisfied.
Thus, she shares the program with Sojourn who can also see her. Having the memories of the Sargon bull Blue, Sojourn is an expert on pleasing the ladies. The things he does to the simulation program her makes Cass groan with pleasure, even though her heart belongs to Longfellow.
On occasion, Longfellow checks up on the crew’s simulation time. He discovers that Sojourn is booking far more hours than he’s allowed, and worse yet, the only simulation he’s using is the one Longfellow had created of Cass. He’d placed restrictions against anyone else using the sim and had hidden it among boring sims that no sane person would ever visit. Thus, he’s outraged by the situation.
He demands Cass to explain how Sojourn had obtained access to the sim. She provides a convoluted story that puts the blame entirely on Sojourn, when in truth, she had led him to the sim and given him the codes to get around the restrictions.
Longfellow had planned to promote Sojourn to Sergeant, today, but he’s scratched that off his to-do list.
An alien species is removing human colonies from planets, but to where, no one knows. Sojourn, along with the Emperor’s daughter and their crew, must find this unknown species and negotiate a treaty before the Empire’s army declares war on all non-human races.
Those who do not follow the Path of Light would prefer to kill all the non-human sentient beings before they are even aware they are under attack.
Matters turn bleak for the Path of Light when Sojourn’s ship crash-lands on Terranue before their journey even begins.
“Ensign Sojourn on the bridge, sir.” Maybe the captain was going to promote him for the great job he’d done gathering the animals. He wanted that to be the reason he’d been called, but the last twenty-seven times he’d held such hope, it had ended with him being called down for one stupid thing or another. Most ensigns were promoted up or fired within their first six months. An outbound ship had no room for slackers. He’d been an ensign for a year now. Maybe his time had finally come.
Longfellow sat before an ugly bank of outdated monitors. Upon hearing Sojourn, he turned his swivel chair and glared at him.
“Is it your goal to be the oldest ensign in outbound history?”
All hope for a promotion shriveled and died. “No, but it seems to be my destiny. What have I done now?”
By the fire in Longfellow’s eyes, he wished he could take back his words that had clearly pissed off his captain further.
“Do not take that tone with me, Ensign. I am your captain!”
If he didn’t defuse this situation soon, he’d be sleeping in the brig tonight. “I’m sorry, sir. However, I really have no idea what I’ve done. I’ve been trying to watch my mouth and stay out of trouble. The moment I get off duty, I head for the simulation room. If someone is accusing me of something, I’d sure like to know what, because to my way of thinking, I’ve been a saint.”
His declaration seemed to agitate Longfellow even further. “Someone has complained, and it concerns the simulation which you have spent all your free time enjoying.”
A faint groan escaped him. Gods! The man knew about the special simulation someone had buried under the title Historical Assessment of Plant Life on Earth. It also meant a certain ghost had blabbed her stupid mouth. Damn Cass! Hot one moment and cold the next. No one could tell him she hadn’t enjoyed those simulations as much as he. So why the hell would she bring it to Longfellow’s attention? “You never said it was off limits‒”
Book 4 : Surviving Sojourn
Book 3: Surviving Terranue
Book 2: Surviving Outbound
Book 1: The Gods of Probabilities
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