As was the case with anyone with whom Beatrice had extensive interaction, it was routine for her to retrieve all the information she could. Vashti's r...corded history was entirely from Mars and quite inconveniently from the city of Beagle in Isidis Planitia. There weren't very many other survivors of the nuclear devastation that had wiped the city off the map. The records relating to Vashti from before that incident were sketchy and unverifiable, but her career in the Mariner armed forces began. She put ona black and gold, floaty nylon skirt and a thick black cotton blouseover the top. She had gotten two pairs of boots shopping, the ruinedstilettos and a flat pair. The flats were more practical for a picnicanyway, she thought.As she applied a thick layer of foundation to hide the bruising shethought about her hair. She would try to go without the wig today. Shebrushed it down toward her left eye with a parting on the right. Itlooked really cute. She hoped Sam would approve. She found. “Maybe the shaman will let us keep this one like the other who washed on our shores,” said the large hunter. He grinned, showing sharp teeth, adding, “Should pay her a visit when we return.”“Do you think with anything other than your cock, Torlarrin?”“Rarely!” He and the other hunters broke into laughter as they journeyed into the forest.As they crossed the border and darkness overtook them, an illusion that disguised many of them faded away. Bodies grew tall and became covered in various. We would then cycle the three miles to our road and stash the beers at the old bridge. Well on this friday night, we were all having a good time, chatting and taking the piss out of each other as we normally did, when we saw some people, through the dusky evening air, walking towards us. We quickly hid the cans we were drinking behind our bikes and sat leaning on the bridge wall. We thought it was some adults investigating the sound of our laughter and the merriment coming from us. We must have.