Queen of Ashes
23 Sep 2020Badpenny Belle
Personal log: 09/23/3306Having a bad feeling, I cut my trip to Colonia short and came back to the bubble, I'll be it on a somewhat meandering route. Too meandering. My adoptive parents, in taking part of the relief effort in Volcani, were killed by unknown assailants.
I didn't know them well, having had them for less than a year, and yet they had done so much for me in that time. I can't help but feel like, if I had been there, they would still be alive with me today. I'd still have the chance to get to know them better. But instead I find myself going through their old record archives, trying to fill in gaps in my understanding of them that may for ever remain incomplete, missing. And I grieve the loss, not of the people I knew, but of the people I should have been able, had the time, to have known better.
Tomorrow is for justice, but today is for grieving. Today is for helping the refugees in their place, on the burning stations of our home worlds. Following their last wish in helping as many people as I can of the Empire, saving just a few more lives.
And yes, now I am officially Queen of the Baddum holdings. The systems that were attached have, as a whole, begun to treat me as their close ally and confidant. And yet, for all of these triumphs, I find myself feeling just so, so empty.
Belle reporting. Out.