Outcast crew (part 2 "Phoenix")
03 Oct 2019Bruca
The holo sign of the lounge bar at the Eotienses A 3 station was covered with a web of cracks making it impossible to decipher the original content. As I walked through the sumptuous imperial streets overflowing with greed, I was forced to suppress a conato of vomit due not so much to the smell of urine and rottenness from an adjacent alley but rather to the comment of a vassal, so he recited the rank on his jacket embroidered by hand by some imperial slave, who talking with his servant who looked down and walked beside him, said: "Look at this disgusting, there is no more order and cleanliness, Aisling is right, these are the consequences for buying and releasing the slaves, would you like to live in piss and shit like them?". Probably that was a rhetorical question that was not waiting for any answer, in any case I was already too far away to listen to anything else. Protest signs, torn and bloody clothes were piled up on the edge of the alleyway, the ambient lighting of this sector was intermittent and uneven, a possible consequence of the recent riots.
A slender figure, covered in rags until his face was hidden, hurtled beside me in the opposite direction to mine, but having to dodge, he stumbled upon a stick that had probably been used as a support for a sign, or to split some liquid dispenser. He fell on his knees without making any sound of pain, only the living have the strength to scream I thought.
I bent down to offer my help to get up by holding out my hand. She raised her head and turned her dull gaze towards me, but did not accept the offer of help. I withdrew my hand to put it in my pocket and take out the tablet and said: "this is the contract approved by the Alliance for remote fighter pilots, I am Bruca, and I am looking for a pilot, do you think you can be reborn like a Phoenix?"