Syrail has lived her whole life in the Eckobar Carnival. She travels from world to world, growing things, ensuring crops and bringing life to dead soil. Her talent for bio-forming has saved thousands of lives, but when one world does not want to let her go, the Alliance has to call in assistance. Station 13 has offered up one of its own, Hardcore, to come to her rescue. With steel for bones, Hardcore is surprised to find his heart pounding at the sight of the slight leaf-winged pixie. Something flares to life between them and the people of Porvin want it to stop.
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Hardcore Green
Copyright © 2011 Viola Grace
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Hardcore Green
A Sector Guard Crossover
By
Viola Grace
Chapter One
Sylvain popped out of the capsule she travelled in and fluffed out her wings. “Where are we today, Zigar?”
Her onsite handler smiled and checked her capsule for damage. “Porvin. We are on schedule for your ritual, three days early actually.”
She stretched and flipped her thick, dark chestnut braid behind her. “Good. Why so early?”
“We caught a good solar stream. The soil looks good, you shouldn’t have to work too hard to spur the growing season.” He made a few notes for maintenance and gallantly offered his arm. “Would you care for an escort to your tent, M’Lady?”