Location:Federation Borderlands — Extraction Convoy Route / Skies Above
Date/Time:TC1853.12.01–02 — Extraction and Return
The girl wouldn't let go of Raven's hand.
She was five, maybe. Small enough that the thermal blanket wrapped around her twice. Dark hair matted from months without washing. Eyes that tracked movement the way hunted animals tracked movement — not curious, not afraid, just watching. Cataloging exits and threats and the distance between herself and the nearest adult, because the last adults in her life had put her in a glass tube and taken something from her that she couldn't name.
