Metamorphose
07 Jan 2017Niatra
The shiney yet dull sealing of the room showed cracks of some kind. They seem to be arranged in a pattern, not to be determined. But the light broke around them so they were no illusion. Niatra was lying on his bed, staring at the sealing. He lifted his arm, tracing the individual cracks, reminding him of his broken being.His eyes closed slowly and weird dreams about exploding vessels in front of him arose. He was sitting in his chair, looking at the debris of a former ally, seeing his former enemies winged with him. He flipped his ship around and made his way to the wingmember taking damage, spooling up his multicannons, targeting the enemie’s drives to prevent him from fleeing.
He opened his eyes again, still watching the sealing. Shocked by what he saw, he just wanted to leave.
He took up his combat gear and brought it onto his FDL, sitting on the bridge, feet upon the sensor panel, watching the hangar.
“It is time.”
There it was again, the voice and the blue eyes, telling him what to do.
“Yes, my lady.”, he replied, starting the engines and lifting off.