Issue 2: Hsnnána Microstate -“Sergeants Edward Holt and Rosen Deere”
Character reveals of Edward and Rosen with artwork and accompanying vignette ❤
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Indigenous Advisor to “Adi Shakti”’s Hsnnána Microstate is Julie Bartlet!
Artworks by Savannah LeCornu
As he crouched and reached for an empty hermit crab shell, Sergeant Edward Lssio Holt scanned the humid beach. The sun had risen too quick this morning and shone on a desolate shore, which waves refused to crash against. The ferry terminal always offered a sanctuary to critters and birds. What caused this?
“We’ll need to beat the storm to the island, brother. It’ll come quick.” His partner, Sergeant Rosen Pollia Deere said as he approached, his shadow falling over Edward. Great, he found kre. “I’ve been monitoring here for a week.”
Edward sighed, returned the shell and stood. “Someone’s gotta know when you’re screwing off for more than a day, Rose. Captain’s not happy. Milo’s being a pain.”
Rosen chuckled. “I’m monitoring. Kaak knew. Milo’s a good boy; he’s just bored.”
“Why are you even a Sarg–never mind.” Edward remembered it’d be pointless to argue with someone who didn’t care about order. “What’s the issue here?”
He glanced at Rosen, whose gaze had darkened and grin disappeared. When his partner spoke, all cheer dissipated. “…Phenomenon. A dire one. We should’ve moved the moment the article dropped. It’s catch-up now.”
Edward looked at the horizon. He didn’t voice agreement. When the station read the news on Cumo’s site, the unit’s energy dropped. A tabloid under the guise of journalism. In the last 24 hours, not a peep from the family. He should’ve visited Pak manor, regardless.
“…They’re not connected, brother,” Rosen said in that irritating voice, the one used to deescalate situations.
“No surprise they’re suspects. We start there,” Edward retorted.
Rosen pressed their lips together. “They’re all good kids –”
“Adults, Rose, adults. That family’s involved.”
“There’s no solid evidence of anything, brother. The article targeted Ammon–”
“A Pak’s a Pak!”
“Listen to yourself! You trained him. You know him.”
Edward seethed as he recollected when the older lot were actual kids. Mischievous, curious, he always returned them to the manor when he caught them on the ferry. He glanced at his hand, where Mars–that ass–bit him without fail every damn time.
“We never really know anyone,” he mumbled.
“If only, brother, you applied that to yourself.” Rosen’s grin returned. Edward threw his partner a scowl. “It’s Mimi’s birthday today. Plan anything for your wife?”
Edward’s face fell.
About the Artist: Savannah LeCornu
Savannah LeCornu is a self taught artist from Ketchikan, Alaska. She is Tsimshian, Haida, and Nez Perce. Savannah draws and paints in traditional and digital formats, working in formline and plateau art styles she strives to create modern, accessible art that celebrates Indigenous peoples while also inviting the audience to rethink preconceived notions they may have.
She received her B.A in performing arts from Western Washington University with concentrations in lighting design and playwriting.
She was the recipient of the Native American Fellowship from Ucross in Spring 22 and the Harpo Foundation Fellowship for Native American Artists from the Vermont Studio Center in Fall 23. In Fall 25 she completed a residency with Ma’s House and with Sealaska Heritage Institute as a demonstrating artist. Her work has been displayed in the Columbia City Gallery, the Ucross Art Gallery, The Yellowstone Art Museum, the Golden History Museum, and currently in the Tread of Pioneers Museum.
