Jack of Harts

Drew Keawe flew off Jesse’s wing when she served with us. A hula dancer from Hawaii and a farmer from Kansas were from different worlds for all practical matters, but they stuck together like glue from the beginning. It said good things about both of them that I never had a complaint from either about the other. I know there’s a record somewhere, but I can’t tell you how many battles they fought in as we sparred with the Chinese and the Shang around Earth. It was a lot. And it was before we started deploying drone fighters, so it was all her and him, protecting each other’s back. And the rest of us trying to protect them when they needed it. Drew was… I don’t know… I think she might have turned into a group mascot in time. She was the sister I think any of us would have died to protect.