The Perfect Sky is Torn – Epilogue

Half a galaxy away from the Raza a Transfer Transit pod opened. Jace Corso stepped out and stretched, he had no memory from his clone so he assumed his plan had been a success and as far as the crew of the Raza were concerned he was dead – perfect. Now they'd never see him coming.

He had plans for them all. The ship he'd sell to the highest bidder, returning the Android to its factory settings, the Raza was fast and manoeuvrable with a reputation which spoke for itself. Portia Lin had a handsome price on her head and he'd been negotiating with some scientist arsehole called Alex Rook who was very keen on having her delivered to him. A family reunion was on the books for Ryo Tetsuda, his stepmother being very anxious to get her hands on him. The real surprise had been the girl who was of interest to some very dark, shadowy types working for the GA. Seems she'd stolen something very important that some nasty people wanted back. He was getting more money for her alone than all the rest of them put together. He didn't envy her, even he found these people sinister.

That left Marcus Boone who was only of interest to the GA, and that reward wasn't worth him getting out of bed for, and, of course, his little imposter friend, who he now knew was some corporate type called Derrick Moss. He'd been curious about who had stolen his face so the second time he'd injected him with a sedative after all the fun they'd had together he'd taken a blood sample which he'd later had analysed. It seemed Moss had been declared dead by the board of his company who now had total control over the corporation he'd owned, so no one really wanted him back.

However, Corso had plenty of plans for him in mind. Boone as well, because a little digging into Moss' background had thrown up an interesting connection between him and Boone which explained a lot. Corso wondered if Boone knew Moss was on board the Raza looking for revenge, somehow he doubted it, but he knew he could use the information himself.

Anyway the payday from the rest of the crew meant Corso could afford to lay low for a while in a perfect little hide out he had tucked away on a nice private moon. It had been a long time since he'd had time to relax and play. It had been too long since he'd had a pet to play with, someone to break completely only to build them back up into his own creature. Oh, he was looking forward to this.

THE END

Author's Note – TBC in the final story in this three story arc called "The Abyss", coming soon.

Author's Note Update - the above is the note I put in when I finished this story and I had begun "The Abyss", then I saw episode 1 of the second series. Since then I have stopped watching Dark Matter and also ceased writing stories, this makes me incredibly sad as I miss both terribly but I am so crushed by the direction the show has been taken in I can't bear to think about it :(

"Torn" - Natalie Imbruglia

I thought, I saw a man brought to life
He was warm, he came around and he was dignified
He showed me what it was to cry

Well, you couldn't be that man I adored
You don't seem to know
Seem to care what your heart is for
But I don't know him anymore

There's nothing where he used to lie
The conversation has run dry
That's what's going on
Nothing's fine, I'm torn

I'm all out of faith
This is how I feel
I'm cold and I am shamed
Lying naked on the floor

Illusion never changed
Into something real
I'm wide awake and I can see
The perfect sky is torn
You're a little late, I'm already torn

So I guess the fortune teller's right
Should have seen just what was there
And not some holy light

It crawled beneath my veins
And now I don't care, I had no luck
I don't miss it all that much
There's just so many things
That I can touch, I'm torn

I'm all out of faith
This is how I feel
I'm cold and I am shamed
Lying naked on the floor

Illusion never changed
Into something real
I'm wide awake and I can see
The perfect sky is torn
You're a little late, I'm already torn, torn

There's nothing where he used to lie
My inspiration has run dry
That's what's going on
Nothing's right, I'm torn

I'm all out of faith
This is how I feel
I'm cold and I am shamed
Lying naked on this floor

Illusion never changed
Into something real
I'm wide awake and I can see
The perfect sky is torn

I'm all out of faith
This is how I feel
I'm cold and I'm ashamed
Bound and broken on the floor
You're a little late, I'm already torn, torn"