Hardcore Green
Syrail has lived her whole life in the Eckobar Carnival. She travels from world to world, growing things, ensuring crops and bringing life to dead soil. Her talent for bio-forming has saved thousands of lives, but when one world does not want to let her go, the Alliance has to call in assistance. Station 13 has offered up one of its own, Hardcore, to come to her rescue. With steel for bones, Hardcore is surprised to find his heart pounding at the sight of the slight leaf-winged pixie. Something flares to life between them and the people of Porvin want it to stop.

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    Hardcore Green
    Copyright © 2011 Viola Grace
    ISBN: 978-1-55487-816-1
    Cover art by Martine Jardin
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    Hardcore Green
    A Sector Guard Crossover
    By
    Viola Grace

    Chapter One
    Sylvain popped out of the capsule she travelled in and fluffed out her wings. "Where are we today, Zigar?"
    Her onsite handler smiled and checked her capsule for damage. "Porvin. We are on schedule for your ritual, three days early actually."
    She stretched and flipped her thick, dark chestnut braid behind her. "Good. Why so early?"
    "We caught a good solar stream. The soil looks good, you shouldn't have to work too hard to spur the growing season." He made a few notes for maintenance and gallantly offered his arm. "Would you care for an escort to your tent, M'Lady?"
    "Why thank you, Zigar, that would be most welcome. Where did you put me this time?"
    "Near the animal enclosures. That should cut down on your admirers."
    The light of Porvin was weak, but it still caused Sylvain to blink as her eyes struggled to adapt to it. "Good thing you are leading me. I am completely blind right now."
    He laughed. "Stick with me, kiddo. I won't steer you wrong."
    She sighed. "How I wish that were true."
    "Sure, hold that one time I forgot to retrieve your pod from orbit against me."
    "Funny that I would do something so callous as to consider being floated in orbit and running out of air as a bad thing." She snorted as they passed the animals. She could tell by the smell even if everything was a series of blurs. Too much light assailed her from every angle.
    "You never have had a sense of humour about that, have you?"
    Despite their banter, he was moving her safely between animals, posts and people as they approached her quarters for their weeks on Porvin. "No, I took it horribly personally. Are we there yet?"
    "Yes, you little weed, we are here." Zigar pressed the door closure and the rigid canvas swung open.
    In the dim light, her eyes adjusted and she sighed happily that everything was in its place. "No place like home."
    Zigar let her go and took a seat on one of her couches. "It is sort of sad that we consider this kind of small domicile home."
    Sylvain laughed. "My home has always been with the carnival. My role has simply changed from year to year."
    He stretched his legs out and flexed the multiple joints in his lower appendages. "Eckobar will be here shortly. The prefect

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