New Beginnings Grow Old
12 Aug 2018Stubadub
“Twenty-eight years! Well I got the new life I wished for when I climbed into that progenitor cell. Just not the life I wanted.” Stacey Ubo thought to herself laying in bed at the behest of the Federation physician.Looking back on her life she saw the familiar pattern, with great success came the threat of a great fall. From the destined Face of Valdere to an outcast branded by her kin. From the last step to Raxxla itself to just another ham-fisted flyer. From the renowned pacifist commander of the three fleets to the hopes of a cheap loaner.
And the last couple of days trawling through Galnet revealed none of her former squad. Sure, some of those at the top were the same as three decades ago, but nothing of her old flying buddies. She was starting to wonder if looking at Galnet here had been a good idea. It had raised so many questions no one here at the hospital could (or would) answer.
Where had all the old pilots gone? They couldn’t all be dead or lost.
Why had the old ways been forgotten? The “secret” of Raxxla hadn’t seemed hidden at all to her or her piloting peers.
How had humanity lost so much knowledge? All of humanity had seemed to understand what the Thargoids were, why they attacked and what was behind them. And with that understanding it was obvious why they’re attacking now. She couldn’t believe that the events of those times had slipped the minds of the very people who’d been at the centre of it all.
And where was her eye? She hoped to the heavens the cybernetics surgeon hadn’t suspected her old eye of having an embedded AI. Dubster was the only one she could truly trust and she felt hopeless without him. This new eye sucked. No access to Galnet’s back channels, no remote hacks, no answers to her questions and definitely no hope of sagely advice.
She decided the first thing she had to do was get her eye back. From there it looked like heading back out black side for home and destiny would be a cinch.