kara was an entire force with a natural despise for what they represented. kara was their anti, she was dark matter to their light and was a power all of her own. it was fated, their opposition was the eternal swirl towards center perfection, that cosmic race between decay and rebirth we all run.
she was a black hole, just as powerful and just as fascinating as a brightly burning sun for a man like the Captain. in those days we understood the fascination for sure. we were right at the edge of our own apocalypse and loved to know and touch shadowy things - we wanted to know our destruction in any way we could! even mímí, our lovely sun, felt the pull of her dark smile.
© Maria Alva Roff 2011
