Adam took a drink before setting the glass back down on the table. Across from him, Donovan Red took a pull on his whisky, drinking deeply before setting his glass down wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

"I'm Sorry about your man..... I didn't intend for things to go that way." Adam said staring down at the amber liquid in the glass before him.

Donavan signed, "Not your fault. Sometimes pride gets the better of us, and it's hard to admit that an outsider might be able to beat us at our own game." he patted Adam on the shoulder, "But you saved my life, which means I am, and will forever be in your debt." He smiled

Adam tilted his head.

"That doesn't seem to bother you too much."

"I think there are much worse people to be indebted to. A least I know you won't ask me to do something I don't want to do. Not like other men I know." He took another drink, the tattoos on his neck bobbing once and then twice as he swallowed, "So, tell me this favor that you are looking for. How can me and mine be of service."

Adam sighed and slumped back in his seat. He felt like he should definitely be keeping quiet about what he wanted to tell the man, but it was hard keeping it to himself and the people on his ship.It would be nice if someone else knew what was going on.

And wasn't that the point.

Isn't that why he had come here.

"When I joined the UNSC, I never thought about politics. I was a fighter pilot and then a spaceship captain. I am no politician, but more and more I find myself having to do politics like things. People ask for my opinions on policy, and they encourage me to support one group over another. I have to manuver as a diplomat for the GA without trying to piss off the actual diplomat, who isn't too happy that I sometimes get in the way of them doing their job.

I am the human representative to all of humanity, and I have to behave the right way, but, sometimes, in doing what I know is right people get mad at me for it. I am worried one day they are going to give me an order that I just can't follow. Not to mention that I have suddenly become the figurehead for an entire political movement. Sometimes I have to make speeches now." he threw up his hands, "I represent a coalition interested in cooperating with the GA and all her interests, but there is a very heavy isolationist mindset on earth that is mad that we ever even joined the UNSC. They have already attempted to assassinate me once, and I have no doubt that they are going to do it again."

Donavan grunted and looked him over, "Yes, I remember hearing about that." He looked Adam up and down slowly, "No offence, but you would make a shit politician."

Adam sighed and nodded, "I know. The only reason that I have so much pull in the arena is based on what I represent, and how the GA feels about me, but now.... Now I am learning that there are factions of the GA that want me gone."

Donavan rased an eyebrow in surprise, "The GA?"

Adam shrugged and sighed pushing his glass away from him, "Yes, some very powerful people are after me for something I never intended to do."

"And who is this exactly?"

Adam shut his mouth forcing himself to think about it for a moment before finally making his decision.

He sighed and leaned back in his chair, "The chairwoman of the GA herself."

Red almost choked on his drink, spewing some of it out onto the table before swallowing hard and setting his glass down very slowly.

"WHAT!"

"Adam nodded. I was chasing after some information, and infiltrated the pirate wing of the anti-alliance coalition as a man named captain Kell."

Red held up a hand, "Hold on, YOU are Kell, no shit. I heard the guy was one badass pirate."

Adam adjusted his eye-patch, "I AM one badass pirate, but either way, I used that cover to get to their leaders and saw a transmission being sent from the chairwoman of the GA that was ordering those men and women to kill me if they could manage it, and now I don't know what to do. The chairwoman pretty much helped me get my job. As far as I can recall she was one of the most supportive when it came to my promotion to captain. Thought we were allies if not friends, and now I come to learn that she has been operating behind my back to stage my assasination."

Red leaned up against the table, "Well no shit, that does suck." He tapped his fingers together, "And of course you can't tell anyone without proof, otherwise they aren't going to believe you. If you are going to come up with allegations like those, then you are going to need hard evidence against her.

Adam nodded, "And I do have some evidence, the recording of what she said, but those sorts of things can be doctored. I need to expose her somehow. I don't know how all of this fits in of course, but it is partially why I came to speak with you."

Red waited and Adam continued.

"I can't trust anyone within the GA, or even within the UNSC. My only option is to go outside the law like my enemies are doing. Fight fire with fire so to say. If they are using the criminal underbelly to try and kill me, then maybe I can use it to try and save me."

Donavan was nodding slowly, "And you are hoping to fight fire with fire to speak?"

Adam sighed, "I don't know what I am hoping , but I know for a fact you and your men have the most power in this system, enough that everyone knows but no one questions it. I know you can go deeper than I can ever attempt, and I was hoping that maybe you could keep an eye out for me, track the movements of the criminal underworld so to speak while I try and deal with those people who are pretending to do things legally."

Red nodded slowly, 'That is something I can do"

"But is it something you are willing to do?"

He tilted his head back thoughtfully to look up at the ceiling above, "I think it is. Not much different from things my men and I already do accept this time it is going to be for a worthy cause."

He grinned, his gold capped teeth glittering in the dim light, "I-"

Just then, the implant in the side of his neck began to buzz. He held up a hand for Red to be silent, and the other man nodded leaning back in his seat to finish his drink as Adam answered the call.

"Madam president." His tone of surprise roused red who raised an eyebrow.

"I have to say this is.... This is rather shocking. I didn't know that you had this number."

"I can have any number that interests me Admiral."

"Yes of course." He shifted nervously in his seat, "What can I do for you ma'am."

"Do you know what important event happened on July 20th 1969, Admiral."

He paused not entirely sure if this was a trick question.

"Go on. I know you of all people would know it."

"The Apollo 11 moon landing ma'am.'

"More precisely, the 2051 anniversary of the Apollo 11 moon landing. And it has been long in coming but the Global Aeronautics Space Division has decided to celebrate the occasion by recreating Apollo 11 down to every historical accuracy. The calculations will be done partially by hand and partially by computer. The Ship design will be exactly that of Apollo 11, etc. etc."

Despite the stress he had been under the last few days, he felt his heart skip a beat.

"Wait, are.... Are you serious! That is amazing!"

"Yes yes." She said cutting him off.

"And they want.... Or all of us want you to pilot that ship and command the mission as Commander Neil Armstrong would have in his time."

The only response he was able to manage was a squeak, and he could feel the fangirl in him coming on hard and fast. He tried to clear his throat and remain professional, his heart pounding, a wide grin setting off across his face.

"Yes Ma'am you can count me in."

"How confident are you that you can pilot the rocket?"

"I can fly anything ma'am."

"Even so, we would like you back on earth as soon as possible to prepare for the event. This is a big historical recreation, and we want it to go as well as possible."

"yes ma'am."

The line went dead and he was no longer able to fight back the grin on his face.

Red watched him before standing, "We will get to work Admiral, and we will keep in contact. It's good to know that my men and women are going to have something useful to occupy their time instead of sitting around twiddling their thumbs."

Adam stood as well and took the man's hand, "It should be a pleasure working with you."

Red snorted skeptically, "You are too kind. I doubt it will be so pleasant, but consider yourself as a man who has friends in very low places."

The two of them nodded and Adam excused himself back to his ship, racing towards his rooms with the giddy excitement of a school boy. The clind in him had awoken. He stopped to sit on the edge of his bed staring at the tiny recreated model of the lunar module sitting on the shelf above his bed glowing blue in the neon light above.

How cool was this going to be.

How dangerous was this going to be?

***

Eris was pleased to learn that she was not lactose intolerant. They hadn't been sure based on her half alien half human anatomy if she would be able to handle some of the more harsh foods of the planet, but everything seemed to be working properly, a fact she was forever thankful for as she polished off her second bowl of ice cream.

She found the treat novel and delectable.

Leave it to human to think of eating flavored snow, or at least frozen cream.

And she liked it when they put little bits of candy on top.

Martha Sat on the floor next to the couch, and her husband sat in his chair watching 'the Game'. Eris wasn't sure what the rules were, but she liked watching them crash into each other. She wasn't a big fan of all the talking they seemed to do in between the crashing together.

Martha and Jim had invited her to stay over for as long as she wanted after she told them the more detailed story of her life. They had been shocked but ultimately unsurprised to learn that she was less than three years old feeling sorry that she never got to have her childhood.

That's why they were treating her like this, she knew.

They wanted to give her that little bit of her childhood.

She worried that they would be annoyed at her presence, but they seemed to have time with her sticking around indefinitely as far as she could tell . She wasn't sure how long she was going to be staying, but for now, she was happy where she was.

Of course part of her being welcome had something to do with how Martha had no one to model clothes for her. Since her youngest son left the house she had been forced to model them herself, which made things difficult when she wanted to make alterations. But now that she had Eris, things were going much more smoothly,

At first Eris had been embarrassed to put on the clothing for her.

Once upon a time Eris hadn't known better in thinking her body was weird. She had floated around without it using a gravity belt and no clothes, letting her long dark hair and ribbons cover what needed to be covered, but the more she learned about humans, the more self conscious she had grown, until hoodies and baggy pants were the only things she wore.

Martha did not approve of her wardrobe seeming to think Eris would look very striking in red or black.

Eris had tried on a few outfits for her nervousness at just how much of her alien otherness tended to show, with plunging backs and short skirts to show off her marble whie legs. Martha seemed to think the ribbons were pretty, and in everything she had Eris try on, they were on full display.

"Do they work like starborn ribbons?" Martha wondered, "I know they act sort of as solar sales, storing energy from the sun and using that to glide."

Eris paused, "I don't know. I was born on noctropolis where there is no sun, so I have never tried it."

"I think you should."

Eris shifted nervously, "But."

Martha just smiled at her, "our backyard is fenced in, no one is going to see you." Eris thoughts bout it for a moment and then set her bowl down to the side. She stood slowly and walked to the back sliding screen door and stepped out onto their back porch.

Technically it was only fenced in on two sides. The backside was open where the forest met their lawn growing deep and black as it went further back in to the depths.

Nervously Eris reached up and pulled off her hoodie dropping iit to the ground.

The tank top she wore had been made by Martha to accommodate her ribbons.

Once upon a time her gravity belt had allowed those ribbons to wave and undulate, but here they sagged with gravity and flowed behind her in the occasional wind current.

She turned around so they were facing the sun and waited.

And waited.

She felt nothing happening and was abut to go inside when.

When something started to happen.

She felt more.... Energized. Her blood seemed to grow warm and a smile spread across her face. At first she thought it was just all in her head, but then the warmth continued to blossom over her.

Her eyes went wide and she hummed softly feeling recharged from the sun like a battery.

She had her eyes closed and was just enjoying the radiation when she heard something ringing from the inside of the house followed by voices.

She was able to tear herself away from the warmth and stick her head inside.

"Adam, how are you doing." Jim said and Eris could see Adam's face projected on the TV.

She recognized a bit of herself in him. She had his nose, and his eyes shape.

"You are not going to believe who just called me."

Martha smiled as she walked over to sit next to her husband, "Adam I wouldn't be surprised if it was the president herself."

Adam frowned some of the wind momentarily taken out of his sales, "Ok, yes it was the president, but." e lit up almost immediately, "But you are not going to believe what she asked me to do." He didn't wait for them to guess, "She wants me to fly a recreated mission of the Apollo 11 moon landing. Historically accurate and everything!." His grin was so wide it looked like he was going to split his face in half.

Martha's eyes widened, "Really?"

Jim frowned, "That is great Adam, but.... Historically accurate?"

He nodded vigorously, "Yeah."

"Son yu do realize the computer they used was less powerful than your mother's automatic blow dryer."

He waved a hand, "Yeah yeah, I know I know. Most of the math is probably going to be done by hand."

Jim snorted and Martha grimaced, "Adam, sometimes I wish you had safer hobbies. I mean flying the omen is one thing, with those shields she could probably survive a meteor impact, but you understand the Apollo 11 mission flew in a rocket that that parts no heavier duty than your average tin can."

"yes , and that makes it even more awesome."

"I think you are getting dangerous and awesome confused again, son."

"Oh come on, this is like a dream come true for me. '

Finally Martha and Jim sighed and broke out into smiles, "There is no changing your mind as usual."

Adam grinned, "Nope."

He turned his head just then, seeming to look through the camera, his eyes falling on Eris. Shock spread across his face, "Eris, is that you?"

She smiled shyly and moved forward, "Yeah, It's me."

"What are you doing there, I thought you were working at the hybrid foundation taking care of Glados and the others."

She shrugged guiltily, "I.... well glados and the others wanted to go back to the adapted planet, and after that others started getting adopted, but then I sort of burnt out and wanted to come here and meet....." She paused not sure if she should say

Martha put an arm around her, "She wanted to meet her grandparents and extended family."

Adam looked surprised for a moment as if not having expected that before shrugging, "Just try to avoid mom's side of the family if at all possible."

"Adam." Martha scolded, though she wasn't actually mad.

He grinned, "I'll be home in a few days." he looked at eris, "Maybe I can show you around town when I get back..... If that's something you'd be interested in?"

Eris shuffled her feet and quietly looked down, "Yeah,i'd like that."

She wished she could read his thoughts in that moment. Was he only offering to be polite? She knew better than anyone that her birth had not been his fault. He had had his DNA stolen to make her, but still she couldn't help but feel an affinity towards him. One that she knew wasn't fiar for her to feel.

He hadn't chosen for her to be born after all.

Not like other people

Did he just feel guilty?

Was she unwanted?