When you lose something amazing, you have to choose whether you are going to curl up in a ball and cry, or celebrate everything you still have. I\u2019ve never been the kind to curl up and cry, so I find myself a party. I find some people who want to dance, I find some good music, and I find myself something to celebrate. That\u2019s life to me. Living it is the ultimate celebration of that gift.<\/p>\n
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Jack held on tight as the gleaming white cigar-shaped shuttle fell through the clear air. He really hated being a passenger now. It didn\u2019t make sense, of course. A cyber flew the shuttle, just like it was Betty who actually<\/em> flew their fighter, but a primal instinct born in him in the last few months just wanted to grab the controls anyways. But they were sealed in the piloting compartment while he was a mere passenger. So he gripped the armrests of his seat with knuckles going white with the strain.<\/p>\n \u201cRelax, Jack,\u201d Betty said into his ear. The shuttle was too small for the cybers to have their own seats, so only the nine remaining Cowboys sat in them. The cybers sat on their shoulders in small mode, most of them around twenty centimeters in height if standing. Jack was the only one to have two of them, one on each shoulder. He thought of all the stories of a good angel on one shoulder and a bad one on the other and almost smiled.<\/p>\n \u201cYou\u2019ll blow a blood vessel if you keep this up,\u201d Jasmine added, putting in her vote for good angel.<\/p>\n \u201cSo I\u2019m a bad back seat rider,\u201d Jack returned, not about to tell them what he was thinking.<\/p>\n \u201cMore like impossible,\u201d Betty whispered, giving her a vote on the bad angel column.<\/p>\n Jack rolled his eyes and held on tight. The shuttle came to a stop with a slight bump and he sighed in relief. He sucked in a deep breath.<\/p>\n \u201cWe are here, and no one died on the way down,\u201d Charles said with a smile. \u201cCheck your uniforms before debarking. I want everybody to look good out there.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOorah,\u201d The Cowboys responded with some chuckles.<\/p>\n Jack checked his Dress Whites for any wrinkles, pulled them tight, and sucked in a deep breath. He ran his hand over the ribbons on his left breast, one for Fort Wichita, Fort London, Alpha Centauri, and a few more the civilians thought would make the overall fruit salad look better. He pursed his lips and shook his head. Six months ago, he\u2019d been one of those civilians. Now\u2026he shook his head again, reached up and grabbed the white cowboy hat off its hook and placed it on his head.<\/p>\n He looked around to see the other pilots similarly ready, and they began to file out towards the exit. As each one approached the exit, the cyber on his or her shoulder jumped down to the deck and grew to full height, wearing the full Dress Whites of the Texas branch of the United States Marine Corps in perfect imitation of their pilots. He idly wondered what it must look like to anyone watching outside as more and more people walked out of the small shuttle. He didn\u2019t even notice he was humming the clown car song until the other Cowboys began to laugh.<\/p>\n \u201cShut up, Jester,\u201d Ken whispered and elbowed Jack hard enough to hurt.<\/p>\n \u201cNo need to be rude,\u201d Jack answered and made a production of rubbing his wounded chest.<\/p>\n Ken just snorted as Sara jumped off his shoulder and they walked out into the sunslight. Charles shook his head and waved for Jack to follow his wingman out. Jack responded with an innocent shrug and Charles rolled his eyes.<\/p>\n Then Betty and Jasmine jumped off his shoulders and grew to full height as they landed. They walked out with white cowboy hats shimmering into existence and Jack followed with a wry smile on his face. This had to look impressive out there. Either that or really silly. He wasn\u2019t completely certain which.<\/p>\n He stepped outside and looked up at the twin suns in New Earth\u2019s blue sky. One was yellow while the other was orange. He shook his head. Two suns were just wrong. There was a third star in the system too, but he couldn\u2019t see it at the moment. He could<\/em> see New Washington, the smaller and warmer planet inside New Earth\u2019s orbit, in the sky just above the horizon. It had been the second<\/em> Alliance planet colonized outside the Terran system, America\u2019s statement that they could build one on their own. While New Earth was the center of Alliance<\/em> activity outside the Terran system, New Washington was the greatest concentration of purely American<\/em> power. And here he was on New Earth instead.<\/p>\n Jack shook his head and turned away from his study of the sky to see Charles and Dorothy leave the cigar-shaped shuttle. The hatch closed behind them and the empty shuttle rose up into the air on silent waves of gravity. Jack heard the slight hum of the holoprojectors in his uniform come to life, taking the load of giving Betty and Jasmine form from the departing shuttle\u2019s projectors. He smiled and watched the shuttle rotate to point straight up before flashing into the sky with an acceleration rate only a craft that could control gravity itself could manage. Jack dropped his eyes again to look at Charles and saw the man frowning up after the shuttle. Jack walked over and stopped next to his commanding officer.<\/p>\n \u201cHey, Chief.\u201d<\/p>\n Charles took in a deep breath and lowered his gaze to meet Jack\u2019s \u201cJester.\u201d Something in his demeanor suggested that small talk wasn\u2019t on his current to-do list.<\/p>\n Jack ignored the to-do list as usual. \u201cOld home week?\u201d<\/p>\n Charles cocked his head to the side and narrowed his eyes. \u201cMy family has business interests here. Why?\u201d<\/p>\n Jack shrugged. \u201cJust wondering if you\u2019re off to visit them?\u201d<\/p>\n Charles shook his head and turned away from Jack. \u201cCowboys!\u201d he shouted to all the soldiers on the landing field. \u201cBe back here in thirty-six hours. Be ready to fly. Liberty begins\u2026now.\u201d<\/p>\n The Cowboys shouted a hearty \u201cOorah!\u201d as one.<\/p>\n Then the four Cowboys around the massive Jay Lovato turned as one with their cybers and began making for the terminal. His two flights had survived the fighting fully intact so far and the whole lot of them looked ready to celebrate.<\/p>\n Jack looked around at the other four Cowboys still standing around. Christian Mack flew off Charles\u2019 wing and didn\u2019t look ready to leave the man yet. Jesse James had been Drew\u2019s flight leader and wasn\u2019t looking like he was in the mood to have fun at the moment. His cyber stood close, comforting him as much as she could. Jack turned to Ken, waited for the man to meet his gaze, and then flicked his eyes towards Jesse.<\/p>\n \u201cGot it, Boss,\u201d Ken whispered with a smile and turned to walk over and wrap an arm around the farmer\u2019s bulky shoulders. \u201cI need a drink. You wanna join me?\u201d<\/p>\n Jesse muttered something under his breath as the much smaller California Japanese man dragged him off. He didn\u2019t struggle though, and Jack supposed that was a good start. Christian and Charles joined him in watching the two men and their cybers walk away in a much quieter fashion than Jay\u2019s group had done.<\/p>\n \u201cNo,\u201d Charles finally said as they disappeared into the terminal.<\/p>\n Jack blinked. It took him a second to realize Charles had finally answered his question. \u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n Charles sighed. \u201cI have something more important to do.\u201d He looked up after the departing shuttle again, now a pinpoint of light so far up even Jack\u2019s eyes could barely see it.<\/p>\n \u201cAh.\u201d Jack smiled, wondering what troubled Charles, but determined to enjoy his first liberty since joining the Cowboys. \u201cGood call then. I\u2019m sure you wouldn\u2019t want old Aunt Bessie\u2019s Fruitcake.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHell<\/em> no!\u201d Charles said, perhaps a little too quickly.<\/p>\n \u201cWell, if you\u2019re interested, you can always go shopping with us,\u201d Jack offered both Charles and Christian with a wave towards Betty and Jasmine.<\/p>\n Christian visibly shuddered. \u201cI think we\u2019ll pass on that.\u201d<\/p>\n Jack spread his arms out wide in a \u201chow bad could it be?\u201d gesture. \u201cCome on, man, share the danger? We\u2019ve flown into certain death<\/em> together. This can\u2019t possibly<\/em> be that bad\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n Christian shook his head and gave Jack a wicked smile. \u201cAccompanying women on a shopping trip is a fate worse than death. We\u2019ll mourn your passing\u201d<\/p>\n Jack held his hands out in a calming gesture. \u201cHey, they\u2019re cybers. No bags<\/em> to carry.\u201d<\/p>\n Christian shook his head again and kept aiming the wicked grin at Jack. \u201cGood luck with that.\u201d<\/p>\n Jack shrugged and turned to walk away. He stopped cold, a grim feeling coming from somewhere, and spun back to Charles and Christian. \u201cHey, if something important comes up, call me,\u201d he said in a momentarily sincere tone.<\/p>\n They examined him for a moment before Charles nodded. \u201cThank you for the offer. I will keep it in mind. Now go enjoy your liberty.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYes, sir!\u201d Jack shouted back with a jaunty salute, and turned to amble away, determined to have fun. He stepped between Betty and Jasmine, reached his arms out to grab each of them around the waist, and hesitated just long enough for them to signal their acceptance before pulling them along with him. \u201cCome on, girls. We\u2019ve got some fun<\/em> to track down.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYes, Jack,\u201d they chorused in matching amused tones.<\/p>\n Jack smiled as they strode towards the terminal, determined to project his best party man persona. \u201cSo, seriously girls. Why<\/em> are we going shopping again if we\u2019re trying to have fun?\u201d he asked, just looking for something to say.<\/p>\n Betty smiled and gave his shoulder a light slap. \u201cIt\u2019s called \u2018retail therapy,\u2019 Jack.\u201d<\/p>\n Jack rolled his eyes. \u201cRight.\u201d Jack did not go shopping. He never had. Shopping implied that he might fail. He went buying.<\/p>\n Betty shook her head. \u201cI\u2019m serious, Jack. It\u2019s a very real form of therapy. There are studies that prove it.\u201d<\/p>\n Jack laughed. \u201cLet me guess. Funded by Target?\u201d<\/p>\n Betty and Jasmine echoed his laugh. \u201cTouch\u00e9,\u201d they said in unison and the terminal doors opened before them. The scent of real pine Christmas trees and the sound of Christmas carols greeted them as they walked in.<\/p>\n Jack\u2019s stride faltered, and he blinked. He swallowed and shook himself. It was all so familiar.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat?\u201d Betty asked in worry.<\/p>\n Jack cleared his throat, feeling far too awkward. \u201cMy house\u2026smelled and sounded like this every Christmas\u2026before.\u201d Before the Shang came. He licked his lips, wondering if it had really only been six months.<\/p>\n Betty squeezed the hand around her waist with her feathery touch. \u201cI\u2019m sorry.\u201d<\/p>\n Jack cleared his throat again and squeezed her back, gentle enough not to break through her holoform. \u201cI\u2026I miss \u2019em.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI know,\u201d Betty whispered. \u201cAre you good?\u201d<\/p>\n Jack blinked again, took a deep breath, and felt the regret and loss try to take away his confidence. But he was on liberty. He was with his best friend in the universe, and with another friend who needed someone to make her feel better. That did it. He would not<\/em> drag Jasmine down with his melancholy.<\/p>\n He\u2019d earned<\/em> the name Jack in parties all over northern Minnesota. He knew how to act like he was having fun good enough to fool even himself. And he would have fun today. He willed Jack back up and felt the old comfortable persona snap back into place. He stood up straight again and gave the Christmas-themed terminal a jaunty smile. Jack had two beautiful girls in his arms and a whole planet to play with. Nothing was going to stop him from having fun.<\/p>\n \u201cActually,\u201d Jack said and looked back and forth between the two lovely ladies standing next to him. \u201cI\u2019m fantastic<\/em>. Shall we allons-y?\u201d<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Five hours and one sunset later, shopping through stores playing Christmas carols, Jack carried bags and shook his head with a rueful smile. He really should have known better.<\/p>\n \u201cSomething wrong, Jack?\u201d Betty asked with a knowing smile.<\/p>\n Jack snorted as they walked down the street lined with Christmas lights and wreaths. \u201cOh, just wondering how it is I\u2019m stuck carrying bags while shopping with cybers<\/em>.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWell, we<\/em> can\u2019t carry them. And all of these after-Christmas sales are just too good to let go,\u201d Betty said with a shrug that said there was no question about that.<\/p>\n Jack gave her a quick glance. \u201cAnd now we know the real<\/em> reason you don\u2019t have physical bodies,\u201d he said with a deadpan delivery.<\/p>\n Betty laughed. \u201cTouch\u00e9. So what do you<\/em> want to do now?\u201d she asked with a tap of a finger on his shoulder, adding another point to the bad angel competition.<\/p>\n Jack glanced at Jasmine with a smile. \u201cWell, I\u2019m always up for a good party.\u201d<\/p>\n Jasmine smiled back and looked down at the bags he carried. She bit her lip and hesitated. \u201cDrew wasn\u2019t a big partier,\u201d she whispered.<\/p>\n Jack stopped short and examined her carefully, pursing his lips to the side. \u201cThat just means we have to find the right party,\u201d he finally said.<\/p>\n Jasmine\u2019s eyes widened.<\/p>\n Jack smiled. \u201cTrust me. I\u2019m an expert at parties.\u201d He clicked his tongue. \u201cDrew was a shy one. That means you don\u2019t want to be the center of attention where we go, right? You don\u2019t want to stand out? Afraid you\u2019ll be noticed?\u201d<\/p>\n Jasmine shifted her head to side for a moment before nodding.<\/p>\n Jack turned to Betty. \u201cWe need a night club. Dark with spotlights. Good driving beat for dancing. Crowded. One of the places where people go to be anybody but themselves. Anything like that around here?\u201d<\/p>\n Betty smiled. \u201cThere\u2019s a cyberclub two blocks that way,\u201d she said with a wave of her hand.<\/p>\n Jack chuckled, wrapped his arms around the two cybers, and turned to walk them in the direction Betty pointed. \u201cTrust me, Jasmine, you will love<\/em> a cyberclub. They have full hard light holoprojectors. As good as Guardian Light\u2019s<\/em> projectors. And they\u2019re programmed to let you be anything you want to be.\u201d He aimed an exaggerated leer at her. \u201cI\u2019m thinking you\u2019d look awesome<\/em> as one of Santa\u2019s elves and no one<\/em> would know who you are.\u201d<\/p>\n Jasmine gave him a look that said she was tempted and feeling guilty about being tempted at the same time. Jack chuckled. He\u2019d met more than his fair share of girls like that back home.<\/p>\n \u201cIt\u2019ll be amazing<\/em>, Jasmine. The best<\/em> party you\u2019ve ever been to,\u201d he said with a tempting smile.<\/p>\n Jasmine shook her head but gave him a smile. \u201cOkay, okay. I\u2019ll do it,\u201d she said with a laugh.<\/p>\n \u201cExcellent!\u201d Jack exclaimed and strode down the sidewalk with a jaunty step that said he was both the luckiest and the best man alive.<\/p>\n They\u2019d barely made it a block when a young kid that couldn\u2019t have been over eight years old walked up to them, dragging a woman who was probably his mother after him, and stopped to look up at them.<\/p>\n \u201cHey, mister! Are you a Cowboy?\u201d the kid asked.<\/p>\n Jack smiled. \u201cYes I am.\u201d<\/p>\n The kid gave him a serious stare. \u201cDid you really kill those Chinese alone?\u201d<\/p>\n Jack gave Jasmine a quick glance before answering the kid. \u201cYes we did.\u201d<\/p>\n The kid continued to examine Jack with all the intensity that a child could muster. \u201cCan I be a Cowboy when I grow up?\u201d<\/p>\n Jack looked at his mother and saw her momentary terror. He smiled and squatted down, all his weight on the balls of his feet, to rest on his heels. He let go of the bags and held out his hand for the kid to take. \u201cHey kiddo. I\u2019m Jack. What\u2019s your<\/em> name?\u201d<\/p>\n The kid pulled in a deep, proud breath. \u201cI\u2019m Brian,\u201d he announced.<\/p>\n \u201cWell, tell you what, Brian. Study good in school, get good grades, and apply yourself. If you can get yourself a cyber, contact me and I\u2019ll help you out.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIs that what you did?\u201d<\/p>\n Jack looked to see Betty smirking at him.<\/p>\n \u201cNot exactly,\u201d he admitted.<\/p>\n \u201cBut we were really scraping the bottom of the barrel for pilots when we found him,\u201d Betty said.<\/p>\n \u201cHey!\u201d Jack shouted in an outraged tone, and mentally chalked another point for bad angel. Or maybe two.<\/p>\n The kid giggled. \u201cYou\u2019re funny.\u201d<\/p>\n Jack cocked his head to the side and smiled. \u201cWe try.\u201d<\/p>\n The kid pulled a holo out of his pocket and it expanded to show a picture of the original twelve Cowboy pilots and their cybers smiling at the camera. \u201cCan I get an autograph?\u201d<\/p>\n Jack smiled. \u201cSure, kiddo.\u201d He grabbed a pen out of a pocket, placed it in the holo, and signed his name. The signature appeared in the holo, blazing into existence in a golden flame that burned to black to hover beneath his picture.<\/p>\n \u201cCool,\u201d the kid exclaimed. Then he looked up at Jasmine, back to where she stood in the holo, and to her again. \u201cWhere is your<\/em> pilot?\u201d he finally asked.<\/p>\n Jasmine took in a deep breath. \u201cShe died killing the Chinese,\u201d she pronounced in a sad tone.<\/p>\n \u201cOh,\u201d the kid said and walked over to hug Jasmine. \u201cI\u2019m sorry.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cSo am I,\u201d Jasmine answered and hugged the kid back.<\/p>\n The kid pulled back and gave her a look far more mature than he had any business making. \u201cWhen I grow up, I\u2019m going to be your pilot,\u201d he said with complete confidence.<\/p>\n Jasmine smiled at him. \u201cAs long as you study,\u201d she answered and patted his shoulder.<\/p>\n Jack unfolded himself back up to full height and stepped over to the boy\u2019s mother. \u201cHe sounds determined.\u201d<\/p>\n The mother sighed. \u201cFive weeks ago, he was determined to be a firefighter. He even has the helmet on his wall. Before that, it was a policeman. Before that, a race car driver.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cSo you don\u2019t think this will stick?\u201d Jack asked.<\/p>\n \u201cI hope it doesn\u2019t,\u201d she answered, her voice desperate.<\/p>\n Jack looked to where the kid and Jasmine continued to talk in low tones. \u201cI understand.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cDo you?\u201d she asked, sounding derisive.<\/p>\n Jack gave her a long look before answering. \u201cI\u2019ve lost a quarter of my squadron in a matter of months. If this war goes on another year\u2026\u201d He trailed off and shrugged.<\/p>\n The mother\u2019s face fell, and she looked contrite. \u201cOh.\u201d<\/p>\n Jack gave her a sad smile. \u201cExactly.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI really hope he changes his wish,\u201d she said, sounding even more desperate.<\/p>\n Jack sighed. \u201cSo do I.\u201d<\/p>\n Jasmine brought the boy back to his mother, laughing with him over a private joke. \u201cBrian is a truly precious boy,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n \u201cYes, he is,\u201d the mother answered and hugged him close.<\/p>\n \u201cMom!\u201d the boy protested, pushing away from her.<\/p>\n Jack smiled and an idea hit him. He pulled the cowboy hat off his head. \u201cHere kiddo,\u201d he said and placed it on the kid\u2019s head where it fell down to cover his face.<\/p>\n \u201cThanks!\u201d Brian said in amazement and reached up to grab his new favorite toy.<\/p>\n \u201cKeep it safe,\u201d Jack ordered.<\/p>\n \u201cYes, sir!\u201d<\/p>\n Jack looked to the mother, standing in shock and fear at his action. \u201cI really do hope he picks another career, but we should all stand behind him, whatever he chooses.\u201d<\/p>\n The mother blinked and her mouth trembled, but she nodded and pulled her son in close again, despite his indignant protests. \u201cThank you,\u201d she said and walked away, holding her son by the wrist to keep him with her.<\/p>\n \u201cThat was real sweet,\u201d Betty said.<\/p>\n \u201cYeah, sometimes I try,\u201d Jack said with a shrug and turned away. \u201cNow, where<\/em> was that club again?\u201d<\/p>\n Betty gave him a sly smile and pointed him towards it.<\/p>\n \u201cExcellent,\u201d Jack said, picked the bags up again and smiled. \u201cLadies first,\u201d he finished with an elaborate half-bow.<\/p>\n Betty and Jasmine shared a giggle before turning to walk away, hips swaying. He sauntered after them, a smile on his face as they turned the corner. Jack felt the dull beat of music in the distance and the foot-stomping bass vibrated from the pavement to his spine. He moved with the beat and caught up to the two girls with a smile.<\/p>\n \u201cI think we found a live one,\u201d he said between beats. \u201cYou ready?\u201d<\/p>\n Betty just smiled at him. Yeah. She was always ready. He turned to Jasmine.<\/p>\n Jasmine looked down for a moment. \u201cI think so.\u201d<\/p>\n Jack smiled at her. \u201cGoin\u2019 as you or doin\u2019 a disguise?\u201d<\/p>\n Jasmine cleared her throat and looked nervous. \u201cI\u2019ll try me.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cGood,\u201d Jack whispered.<\/p>\n Jasmine gave him a confused look. \u201cI thought you said I\u2019d look good as an elf.\u201d<\/p>\n Jack chuckled back. \u201cI did. You\u2019d look good as a lot of things, but I think you look best as you<\/em>.\u201d He shrugged. \u201cThe only question\u2019s whether you\u2019re comfortable with that or not.\u201d<\/p>\n Jasmine stopped and stared at him for several seconds. He wondered if she really was thinking as long as she seemed to be or if she was just acting out what was to her a long consideration. \u201cI don\u2019t know,\u201d she finally said. \u201cBut I\u2019d like to try.\u201d<\/p>\n Jack nodded in approval. \u201cAnd that\u2019s the first step.\u201d He glanced at Betty and she smiled, grabbed Jasmine by the arm, and pulled her towards the club. Jack followed in their wake, and they moved in rhythm to the music.<\/p>\n The bouncer saw them coming and opened the door for the visiting soldiers without a pause. They walked in and checked their bags at the desk, the clerk giving him a sympathetic smile. Jack shrugged good-naturedly. 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