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He is the perfect leader. He is again what we need, Mandra. Universe needs that kind of savior. Ender Wiggin, someone who fights as a hero, not as monster. I analysed all of them. The Doctor is a clever mastermind, I have to admit but he is too protective, too kind. He disobeys and communicates. The girl, his partner, she has too much sensitivity. She is smart but nowhere close to Ender. Plus, she is from the past Earth. The evil master is courageous but he's a bit of fool, don't you think? Not much a trickster out of him. And then we have a mystery. A survivor, known as Juliet or how does she prefers to be called? Prisoner number seven. Let Ender deal with her. She is a mystery - to young to be on a fleet, to young to be a child of any of the people in that war. There is some strange wibe coming from her. I need to know. I need to know.

"Doctor tried his best to save the falling or better to describe sinking tardis. It was a dangerous circumstances he was in, it was a dangerous and precious person he was with that he didn't want to die right now. About himself he really didn't care that much. Somehow he knew that the death will come anyways. Or regeneration, which was even worse. Thoughts about it made him cold. Made him vain and empty and for a mere second he wanted to stop. It's better to die, than to not exists and leave Clara with someone who might not be as good as he is. Who might hurt her with coldness and darkness. Doctor was afraid of that, afraid that that someone after him might be different.
"Clara, hold on!" He shouted to her as she was tightly grabbing on one of the chairs in the middle of falling tardis that he created specially for her in the longer journeys.
"I am, Doctor!" She replied with delightful tone as everything was swinging around. How could she stay so calm and not excited at all at some times? Humans were still a bit of mystery to Doctor. Of course, Oswin Oswald was not as usual human being as it could be. She was special and she was only one in that way made. He valued her a lot for what she did; she cared about him and he gave her his time, even if he knew it would last long. He gave as much as he could to her. "It's a bit hard to concentrate, when we are falling like that straight to the asteroid!" Now her voice sounded scared. She sounded as she might be dying or near death and at that moment 11th knew, it was not a good sign.
"He scanned the screens in front of him. All of them showed the right parameters expect that one, that Clara noticed. He showed the upcoming asteroid right on the left corner, only few miles away.
"Damn it.
And since when did Doctor picked up human slang?He spent so much time with a human girl that he might have adopted her system already. He looked to the asteroid again and tried to shift ship in another direction but faced another problem. It wasn't just one tiny asteroid, it was the whole belt he was flying in. The situation went out of control and he knew for sure, with broken tardis he will not make it extremely far.
"Em, Clara?" He seemed lost but Clara was looking at the screen with big dark eyes wide open. She tried to figure out the best way to solve this problem. Doctor knew, that she has no wish to die, neither did he. So they both concentrated on the computer screen and button.
"Two left!" She shouted as she spotted two more coming on right direction. They successfully avoided the crash but tardis bumped into one of the smaller asteroid rocks. "On the right there is a tiny bit of a cluster! We have to fly around!" Clara insisted as they tried to get the clear ground again and follow teh determined pattern. They worked so hard and didn't miss most of the asteroids but some smaller once still hit the ship. At the very end, they were so tired that one really big chunk in universe slipped out of their attention.
"Doctor!" He heard a scream and they both looked at each other, eyes desperate, without no hope. The impact was coming fast, Clara took 11th hand and pressed it hardly.
"At the moment of impact they understood that nothing happened. There was no hit. Just the woman standing in the tardis dorway. How did she get in? Still was a mystery.
"Who...how..."Doctor seemed lost as he looked to the woman and couldn't know who she is. He didn't recognize the face or the structure, he didn't know why she is here. She had curly brown autumn hair, short cut but really full, almost covering her shoulders. Her eyes were big blue skylight color. They stared at both with suspicion and curiosity. "Who are you? How did you get inside?" He finally asked her.
She smiled for a second before presenting them both with answer.
"My name is Sol and I am a goddess of sun."

Ender woke up from the strong bell right into his ears. For a second he didn't realize what that was and just in second though his brains acknowledge him as being back to battle school. He wanted to turn around and sleep more, drift away in darkness and forget all the places and the faces he has seen through his entire life. But something didn't let him and that power was stronger than any forces he had faced while living in isolation. It was Juliet's face that came to his minds and locked her eyes onto his. He seemed to loose track of time staring at them when he realized that he just closed his eyes for second and then saw her. He needed to get her away from his minds; there was no way he could help a girl.
But at the same moment, he followed some kind of curiosity. Where is she from? How she survived? And most of all - why is she so young? There is no possible way that she is fifty years old, unless she was fixed with some kind of new human technology. There is also no way that she is not human - she is to elastic, too human. Her eyes is a reflection filled with feelings - she can't be a droid. Ender's head exploded from questions he wanted to ask her. He doubted that he will see her soon, tho.
Ender got up from bed and put on his commander suit. This one was more flexible, adjustable to his body than any other suit he had. Wiggin started questioning humanity - how fast they were able to go hand in hand with technology since the time he left. Of course, for him it was only eight years back in past but for humans it was more. How many he wondered, twenty, thirty? Maybe more. He traveled fast, no time passed for him.
Suddenly Commander realized that everyone he once knew might be dead. Every single face he saw might be gone from surface. That thought hurt him but he also understood that he wasn't attached to them. He had to let them go, whether they were his friends or enemies.
Ender left the bunker and headed down corridor to the dinning hall. He touched the walls as he went, passed the rooms with uncommon names and surnames, went through passages never seen before, saw faces that did not recognize him. The order he got was from man named Alan Gustaphen. He wondered where he came from and how did he ended up on fleet. How all those people ended up on fleet? Most of them seemed older than Ender was. He didn't question that, rules probably changed. Nobody needs innocent children to save the world anymore.
Then why is he here again? Will he become a training captain? Or there is a new war going on? Maybe they simply wanted him back. No, that's to simple and to unlikely. Nobody wanted him back. There was no one to come back for.
He took his food plate and sat down in the hall. Alone, on the table. Empty chairs were surrounding him but for Ender - they were not empty. He saw the familiar faces smiling to him, laughing with him. It's like surviving battle school again and again, just more painfully. Suddenly, a noise met his ears. Someone sat down on his table. Juliet. "Good morning, commander." She said. She didn't smile, in fact, Ender looked at her and wondered if she has any emotions at all.
"Good morning. " He said plainly as if there would be no feelings in him too. He wanted to ask something, carry on conversation but silence was satisfactory too.
"How does it feel to be back?" Juliet broke the silence. Probably she felt uncomfortable, Wiggin did not notice it. He did not know what to say. He had two options - lie or tell the truth but does she care? She suffered more than Ender did.
"Good." He lied. Instantaneously he saw a shift in her, provoked emotion. That was interesting, he thought. Now he wanted to know more, to know what she is thinking.
"Commander, you are lying." She stated simply.
"How do you know? What makes you think so?" He trained her mind in a way. He tried to figure out what is she made from. How smart is she? What is she?
"Your cheeks rose up when you told it. Only slightly and unnoticeable but I can see it. Your eyelids moved faster than usual human eyelids for a mere second. Your eyebrows also told me something - insecurity, I detected. You also moved your hand from the plate and checked your pocket, like you would be hiding something. " She didn't hide anything from him - it was a bold answer.
"Very good." He was slightly impress of the details she notice. Of course, she was a flight commander for a reason, she had to be detailed like that.
"So how do you feel really, commander? Does it feel good to know that many people you knew are dead? Does it feel good to see so many changes? Does death feels good?" Juliet's questions had no feelings. She was looking straight to Ender's eyes but he could see hatred in them. She did not care, she did not bother to care. She wanted to torture him, make him feel guilty.
"You answer me. You already know, why bother to ask trying make me look guilty?" He ignored her. Did not acknowledge her as a person, rather as a subject.
"Maybe I want your lips to speak truth. Maybe I want to hear it as it is. Is that hard, commander Wiggins?" She was being playful. Wiggin understood. How long has she wondered her around these old men? Probably around ten years. She needed a companion and even if she hated Wiggin, she did not show her pain.
"You hate me." He simply told her. That was the end of the conversation, she did not tell anything else. She was silent and never looked at Ender. He thought he might moved to subject to fast but he didn't care much. By the end of breakfast she finally looked into him.
"I don't hate you. I pity you. You couldn't stay here any minute longer after genocide and yet, you're here again. Did you expected anyone you love to be around? No, commander Wiggins, there is no one left here for you. There has never been." Juliet stood up, taking her plate and turning around. Ender got lost; he felt defenseless. That was not true, right? Someone was here for him, it always has been. He may not see it but he might feel it.
"Wait." He stopped her. "You're wrong." She raised an eyebrow, expecting some kind ridiculous answer. "Now I have you."

Petra and Alai were sitting in a ship for third day almost. They were not as far from Eros, relatively speaking, as they thought they were. But it was just enough far for them - they didn't know what was going on down there. If there are any survivors, if there any people left living.
"Petra!" Alai shouted. He was sitting near the mode control for almost four hours, looking at empty screens, trying to find something that they both were looking for. What fleet wanted - that was the question. They were scanning and scanning the same places in space without no results. Every time they thought they found it, it appeared to be something else. Nothing unusual.
"You think you got it?" It was almost ironical for Petra to say that. They both knew that chances are really low.
"I spotted something but only for a second, then it disappeared." His voice was disappointed. Usual stuff.
"Let me take a look." Petra didn't want Alai to give up. Fleet sent them here on purpose. They were looking for something, something important, she knew. She quickly look through the screens - no results. She checked the domain base but it was empty - like signal had never passed. Suddenly, she rose her head up to the front window. "Turn of the screens." She asked and Alai followed her order. She saw it. Two sleep coffins, just floating in the middle of space. No ship, no debris, nothing left, just two coffins.
"Do you think, that they are dead?" He asked softly.
"We don't even know what's inside them. They might not be humans at all."
"I should go and take them, we have to take a look."
Petra did not speak at all. After an hour coffins were inside their ship, on the very front. They were cold, extremely old and tightly closed. Like they were designed specifically for drifting in space without ships.
"Do you think we should open them?" Petra asked.
"We have to look inside. What if they are alive?" Alai still expected it not to be a waste. He expected nearly fifty years old coffins to be a filled with live human meet.
"Alai...I don't.."She couldn't finish as he pressed the buttons and opened the sarcophagus. In one of them, there was a body of women, about twenty five - thirty years old, other carried a man, a little younger than a woman, about twenty years old. The most shocking thing was that they were breathing. Alai carefully disconnected them from the artificial air pump and unhooked the cables. They started breathing independently and soon their eyes opened. Filled with surprise, with shock and a lot of mixed emotions, they both sat. Boy started vomiting almost immediately and Alai handed him a bucket. Woman was silent. She seemed like she was drifting in dream state. She didn't say a word, she stood up while Petra was monitoring her actions.
"M'am?" She asked once when woman got out of the coffin and went straight to one of the processing computers. She was unconscious about everything. "M'am, are you okay?" She asked. That was foolish. Of course she wasn't. She slept for fifty years. No one even knows who she is, maybe she doesn't remember anything at all. Woman started typing in computer. "What are you doing?" Petra got closer to the screen. Her fingers were moving rapidly fast as she went through the computer screen, finding information. She typed in names and addresses and finally found the right one. She turned around and looked at scared Petra.
"Juliet."