Star-Crossed- “These Violent Delights Have Violent Ends”

Star-Crossed began with a bang as The Atrian revolutionaries, Trags, attacked guards at the sector with a bomb. Julia and Emery watch the disaster on television with the latter lamenting over her father’s involvement in Roman’s father’s, Nox’s death. At the sector, Roma explains to his sister why they have to grind cyper to release its energy and it is how their father performed his ceremony. Sophia wishes she knew more about their father and it. Their uncle, Castor, warns them the healing powers of the herb and its reaction to their blood must be kept a secret less they all become lab rats for humans.  He informs Roman he will be taking over his father’s funeral arrangements. Roman resists but relents at his mother and sister’s behest.  At school, the students lament over the cancellation of their homecoming. They admonish Emery for abandoning them in the woods to save Roman and feel as if his father’s death was necessary. Emery apologizes for her father’s role in Nox’s death, as well as for his pain.  She thanks him for saving Julia, revealing she knows what he did with the cyper.

The community holds a meeting to discuss the homecoming cancellation and Human-Atrian relations. Emery’s father takes a leave of absence. Varner, The leader of The Redhawks, an anti-Atrian hate group, protests including the Atrian 7 in the homecoming carnival festivities. The school board votes to deny them access. Emery eloquently speaks in favor of allowing the Atrian 7 to be trusted and treated equally. Lukas records her via cell phone. Back at the sector, the elders of each Atrian tribe gather to discuss the future of their people. Since Roman was the eldest child of Nox, and his tribe leads all others he is now considered their leader–so long as he can deal with the responsibility. Castor volunteers to lead in his stead, but Roman knowing his uncle’s anti-human sentimentalities disagrees. He pledges to deal with the Trags personally. Caster demands Roman treat him with the same respect he would have given his father. They part, wary of one another.

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