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       For reasons not entirely known to me:  I've always liked vines and thick ivy on walls 
and fences:  which is why I fell in love with Hydron's interiors at first sight:   when they
introduced him online as the academy's new flagship:  "forget metal design:    the future of
distant voyages is found in coexistence:"  spoke a young muscular cadet  wrapped only in fig
leaves.
       In a few days:  I auditioned for the crew:   just as a joke   - they wouldn't take me
anyway - but they took me  and we set sail in ten months   - my plans:  to come back to save
the planet: were postponed.
       But later: I stayed on Lyra again:  because I wanted to work in my field:  and I also
got used to life above the clouds: like most space sailors and fishermen   - I couldn't give
up the starry panorama   - so I was very happy now    - that we finally managed to go to the
Maldives:  "Life is not the color of steel."   :said the handsome cadet  and stroked my arm:
"the future is in unison:" I replied flirtatiously    .. and was awakened by the sound of my
own voice.
       I was lying on the bed and a slender woman with long fingers was tending to the wound
on my shoulder.   The room was densely overgrown with strange vines with round leaves:  that
emitted a soft bioluminescent light.
       "Where am I?" I asked
       "Hello Alia: you're on the EDFS Moray: you were thrown into space by defused torpedo.
One of our pilots caught you  and brought you here:"  she answered me in a little cold:  but
friendly voice.
       "ED..?"
       "Ember Defense Fleet Ship."
       I smiled. Fleet. Mowgli.
       "And my ship?"
       "We repelled the attack on your ship eight hours ago.  Our technicians are completing
repairs. No. You should still stay in bed."
       I stood up: it got dark in front of my eyes: and I had to lie down again.
       "Okay:" I told her sleepily "what's your name?"
       "Lena:" she said and covered me with a soft: slightly lemon-scented blanket.