Another repost from my DA account...something from a scifi story that I do not put much of it online...I need to change that some day.

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I found myself wondering if it was worth it. Or what he would even think of me. Or what my sister would think of me after this. I need to tell Geordi when I get back.

He was there. I waited so long for this moment. But I found myself hesitating for a moment. After all this planning and playing the event in my mind, I paused. I would not know why until later…but the feeling passed. I squeezed the trigger. And that was it. The carbine gently pushed against my shoulder as the white hot round embedded itself in the kin’s chest. He hit the ground. I do not know if he is dead, but he soon would be with a hole in him. I have killed before. But I am a soldier. That was war. And I never killed a kinsman. This was murder, not some battlefield. As I walked down the hill I wondered if this would allow me to sleep at night. Would it really be closure? The kinsman lying in the mud road down there killed my son. I walk over the last mound of the hill, steam still rising from my carbine…



By the Modifiers, he is still alive.



He should not be…
Now what do I do?


I want to go down there and stomp on him until he dies.
I am scaring myself.








Sertii Forbes Balhiira from Ides of March
I have missed this day for a few years since I started my work on the Ides of March storyline. I have not done much with the story recently, but I want to...and I did do something. This. Sertii killing the Kanari who was responcible for his son's death...worth noting that this is Geordi's older brother as well as a baker...a Marine Police Officer, and Illium's right hand man. He used his resources to find and kill said Kanari. His work with Internal Investigations allowed him to cover his tracks. But I doubt he could keep it a secret forever.



Anyways happy Ides of March.
Enjoy this glimpse into my more serious work...