Khima-Inez

Trystan's Star - Chapter 7 Trystan wiped sweat from his brow with his forearm and let out a slow, exhausted breath.  He sat on the ground outside their rented garage, leaning against the wall with his head tilted back.    There was a slight breeze created by the immense ventilation system that the station used but it was certainly not enough to cool him off.  The bottle of water in his hand was a tempting relief, but he decided he'd rather drink it than wear it. His gaze was pointed aimlessly upwards, staring at the seemingly endless lights which were arrayed across the cavernous, domed ceiling of the city.  Normally such a vacant stare wou