Jack of Harts

I first met Dawn DeMarco on Alpha Centauri when we were recruiting new members to replace our battle losses. The first thing I thought when I saw her is that she was a knock out. I’m serious. She is drop dead gorgeous from head to toe, and she knows it. She grew up in a noble family on a rich colony world that had access to all the best body sculpting. But more than that, she was raised to act important, and to broadcast a feeling of worth. She was royalty on Camelot, trained to radiate her importance, her value, from every fiber of her being. That was the second thing I realized when I met her. I recognized her act, because I had seen it in hundreds of wellborn vacationers to Northern Minnesota. I expected to be as annoyed by her as I was by them. I was wrong. So very, very wrong.