A/N: I really don't feel guilty about this. This is the start of More Than Warriors, the first of the Silver Arcs. This story primarily focuses on Zhane's life at different points. Hopefully I can also answer some of the questions about the Brotherhood plot as I go on.
A little boy huddled against the steel gray wall of his mother's spaceship. The sparse grey furnishings of the quarantine suite were broken only by the brightly colored toys scattered around the little boy's hiding space.
"Zhane?" A breathless weak woman's voice filled the room.
"Mama?" The little boy asked, "Mama, where are you? Can I come out now? I'll be a good boy."
The woman coughed, "Zhane you are the best boy ever. You have to stay there." The woman stopped to coughed again, it was a dry, raspy series of coughs that left her gasping. "Zhane listen, you are, you're the best. Never forget. I love you." She started coughing again.
"Mama!" The little boy jumped to his feet, "I love you mama. Let me out!"
"Be the best," the woman rasped, "love you."
Hold white threw himself at the recess door of the street "Mama let me out!" he sobbed, beating on the door.
It would be four days before a rescue crew would arrive from KO–35, and months before the little boy smiled. For two years, the only person who heard him speak was a little boy who had also lost the most important person in his world.