Post by Cadet Micah Nivans on Aug 2, 2018 10:31:42 GMT -8
"Anyway," Micah sighed, rubbing the top of his fuzzy head for the millionth time, "I just don't want you thinking it's your fault is all. I better get back to work."
An emotional expression crossed his face then he ended the entry. He didn't have the heart to say good-bye.
The Kestrel remained in the Badlands for now, having settled in a spot that was relatively calm compared to other places that roared wildly with plasma storms. Soon he would have to be on the move again.
His footsteps reminded him of his isolation. He'd spent his whole life among others whether it was his family or his class. He'd never been this alone before.
The replicator hummed, providing another ration of water.
Micah had been collecting items that he might wish for after the replicators weren't working anymore. Replicators were always one of the first things to go. With no safe place to turn to, the Captain's Yacht had become his lifeboat. It was Micah's Yacht now.
Anxiety plagued him, wearing him out faster than any physical training session ever had before. Where would he go? What was Roman doing? Was Elijah still alive? Was the Talon still intact?
Was his name going to be on a wall in a place he'd never been before? In Memory of: Cadet Micah A. Nivans.
"If she was her friend maybe you'd help her brother out!" Micah wasn't sure if he was hollering at Lily or just screaming for help to himself. At any rate, he expected nothing as he plopped down in the front seat, the one Roman had occupied before being beamed away, and began plotting a new course. To where?
His fingers jabbed the console and the ship obeyed his wishes, floating in the burning expanse alone...
An emotional expression crossed his face then he ended the entry. He didn't have the heart to say good-bye.
The Kestrel remained in the Badlands for now, having settled in a spot that was relatively calm compared to other places that roared wildly with plasma storms. Soon he would have to be on the move again.
His footsteps reminded him of his isolation. He'd spent his whole life among others whether it was his family or his class. He'd never been this alone before.
The replicator hummed, providing another ration of water.
Micah had been collecting items that he might wish for after the replicators weren't working anymore. Replicators were always one of the first things to go. With no safe place to turn to, the Captain's Yacht had become his lifeboat. It was Micah's Yacht now.
Anxiety plagued him, wearing him out faster than any physical training session ever had before. Where would he go? What was Roman doing? Was Elijah still alive? Was the Talon still intact?
Was his name going to be on a wall in a place he'd never been before? In Memory of: Cadet Micah A. Nivans.
"If she was her friend maybe you'd help her brother out!" Micah wasn't sure if he was hollering at Lily or just screaming for help to himself. At any rate, he expected nothing as he plopped down in the front seat, the one Roman had occupied before being beamed away, and began plotting a new course. To where?
His fingers jabbed the console and the ship obeyed his wishes, floating in the burning expanse alone...