Subject 37
The Cracked Mirror
Rendili
The Bloodhawk
[member="Thengil Ri'Shajirr"]
Space was a distant thing.
Most people didn't think about it in their day to day lives. They thought of it as something out there, something untouched, but lingering. Even those that traveled the stars never truly considered the vastness of it, the possibilities. They knew it was there, lingering, but they never thought what might be hidden just beyond their view. They lived within their happy comfortable little lives, never wondering if today was the day they were going to die.
They never even considered it.
Instead they lived their selfish little lives, they continued in abject misery in their day to day jobs. Bankers, laborers, factory workers, all of them moved along the same path even if they thought themselves different. They were chained to their little lives, eternally and always. They thought themselves free, they thought that just because they had some choices to make they could declare themselves liberated.
Yet they were so wrong.
So very wrong.
His fingers twitched on the organic throne within the center of the bridge, his lips thin but hidden behind the holographic skull upon his helmet. His eyes were closed, a deep breath of filtered air filling his lungs before finally he released it. His eyes opened and his gaze fell towards the man to his left.
Arthis raised his hand, fingers flicking for half a moment. The man besides him simply nodded and wandered off, the blue streaking lines in the viewport ahead shifting slightly, and then a lurch rushing through the ship as The Bloodhawk dropped out of hyperspace just a few million kilometers from Rendili.
The Bloodhawk
[member="Thengil Ri'Shajirr"]
Space was a distant thing.
Most people didn't think about it in their day to day lives. They thought of it as something out there, something untouched, but lingering. Even those that traveled the stars never truly considered the vastness of it, the possibilities. They knew it was there, lingering, but they never thought what might be hidden just beyond their view. They lived within their happy comfortable little lives, never wondering if today was the day they were going to die.
They never even considered it.
Instead they lived their selfish little lives, they continued in abject misery in their day to day jobs. Bankers, laborers, factory workers, all of them moved along the same path even if they thought themselves different. They were chained to their little lives, eternally and always. They thought themselves free, they thought that just because they had some choices to make they could declare themselves liberated.
Yet they were so wrong.
So very wrong.
His fingers twitched on the organic throne within the center of the bridge, his lips thin but hidden behind the holographic skull upon his helmet. His eyes were closed, a deep breath of filtered air filling his lungs before finally he released it. His eyes opened and his gaze fell towards the man to his left.
Arthis raised his hand, fingers flicking for half a moment. The man besides him simply nodded and wandered off, the blue streaking lines in the viewport ahead shifting slightly, and then a lurch rushing through the ship as The Bloodhawk dropped out of hyperspace just a few million kilometers from Rendili.