Golden Age of the Republic: Hidden Truths/Part 3

Aboard Mally, somewhere in hyperspace
Evening Delwynn sat quietly in her office, reclined in her chair. These moments were fleeting, for her. As always, Mally entering hyperspace en route to some work-driven destination was a short moment for the weary agent to have some personal, quiet time and to rest. It would not be too long before the ship, carrying the crew, would arrive somewhere within the Eriadu system. Until then, Evening simply had a few moments of rest. Not just physical rest, however. Mental rest.

Per her ritual, Evening rose after clearing her mind and walked toward the hallway door. Instead of opening it, however, she unlocked it and locked it again, insuring its security. Then, she sidestepped and looked at the holopictures upon the small shelf. The one on the right, herself, with a small Human girl. The young one in the picture was only eight years of age, just shy of her ninth birthday. Evening recalled the moment she held the girl, her arms draped over the young one's shoulders, holding each others hands in the small girl's lap. The two were smiling in the picture, happy, the wind blowing Evening's hair, while the small girl had hers braided down, the wind not able to overcome gravity.

In some ways, each passing case made viewing this image more and more difficult. The memory of the moment etched so clearly in Evening's mind, it could not fade. But, it also seemed almost less real with each adventure. Her emotions in that captured instant have been so-long ignored due to the busyness of working for the GIN. Contrarily, however, each case made viewing the image more easy, as it provided a measure of vindication. Deep within Evening's soul was a desire for vindication, for justice. It was the engine within her that kept the agent working. In some ways, the little girl screamed, 'for all of us who cannot anymore.'

Evening sidestepped again, moving to her left, and peered at the second holopicture. After a couple minutes of recollecting upon the three individuals in that picture, she turned to her left, engaged a door to her sleeping quarters and proceeded through it. Viewing the pictures welled up such sadness within the agent. Yet, it also recharged her. She was ready to bring the next "scumbag" to justice. Ideally, the mystery man on the computer in the lab will be one of the next. That man has been a burden for eleven years. 'No more will he escape my grasp,' Evening thought. 'No more.'