Jack of Harts

I did not know that Charles recruited Drew Keawe for his Wolfenheim Project. Yes, I was involved in it, and I helped him recruit other people for it, but he always played his cards close to his chest. And Drew was a very close card. Wolfenheim brought her back with a cloning chamber, she chose a different name, and for two decades she protected Wolfenheim from the Shang and other enemies great and small. She even took part in the final defense of Arnami Prime. She fought more battles out there than I can describe, against and beside more alien races than most people on Earth even realized existed. She saved lives out there, and she helped change the balance of power. She is one of those very brave individuals that helped break Shang power in our corner of the galaxy. It all took place five thousand lightyears from home, and most people don’t think about it. But it happened, and it mattered. Drew mattered out there.

Fighter cybers usually shut down when their pilot died back then, but Drew Keawe’s refused to. Drew had made her promise to try to live if she died, and I jumped in to help with bells on. Jasmine became a best friend, an inspired coconspirator, and an amazing troublemaker. Oh, we got into so much trouble. We still do in fact. What she never was, was MY cyber. We never developed the classic fighter-pilot amalgam that I did with Betty, though she has always done an amazing job of mimicking it in combat. I always assumed she never took the final step because she was born to be with Drew, and just didn’t want that kind of relationship again. I was right, and I was wrong. The fact is that Drew was still alive. Or more accurately, she came back, after Jasmine latched onto me. That made all of our lives rather more complicated than any of us expected.