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Yeah. It's horrible what they had to go through. It doesn't sound anything like how the Alliance should act. I mean, I've heard some strange stories of Enforcer ships going rogue. Maybe these guys were just in the wrong place at the wrong time. They need at least one hug from me. It sounds about fair.
Well. This is... this is nice. This is...
"Sinter?"
This is the first hug I've had in almost a year. Oh Ske.
"I guess I should tell you guys my story. You told me yours. My mother died before I was born. They put me in a standard gestation sac produced by Terzat Biotech Industries, where my father ended up spending most of his working life. He died a year ago. I was in the same company at that point, and I just couldn't stand to be there. I took the money I had saved and decided I was going to do something new. Something drastic and different. I did my research, I made my way here, and ended up travelling with my funds slowly draining away. The only things I even had any more when I turned up here was that outfit and lots of notes and designs which I've left in my room."
"Sorry for the loss of your outfit, Sinter. I didn't know it held such emotional value to you."
"It's okay. One less tie to my past, one less anchor holding me back from my future."
"Our future. We'll help you, Sinter. Me and Tzet don't have anything to return to but each other. When we fix the Mahari, you can come with us, if you don't want to take over the world or whatever."
"Thanks. I'll consider it."
I don't know. I don't want to attack the Alliance. They're the sole reason there's any organisation across worlds. I don't think I know the full story, but I don't think these two deserved to lose their friends and most of their ship either.
This wasn't meant to be my problem. The Alliance. Spacers. I only wanted to focus on Tinvishe.
I feel so small.
- End of Night 3 -
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