Off the moon, into the Unknown
31 Mar 2020Anantyanta
I am dead.Some people do know that's not true.
The Commander of the Keelback I'm in knows I'm not dead, as does his fighter pilot, Jennifer.
They lied on the comms to cover for me; decent folk - and I HAD saved their lifes just before.
My mother knows as well, and she will need to tell Father and my sister, as well.
But for the rest of the galaxy, most importantly for the Empire and the Viscount, the person I had been the last 26 years, until a few hours back, is dead, caught in the blast from a crashing Python.
I'm sure I am still in shock; even though I'm unhurt, I had to take the decision to "kill myself" within a couple of seconds. I'm dizzy. Not coherent.
I will need to reflect on all that later. I need some sleep.
And Jennifer promised me I could try to fly the Keelback's Aegis fighter. Let's see if I have any talent. Never piloted anything before.
I know I was a slave, owned by the same Viscount who owns my family, like some kind of furniture. Like he owns that moon, that Retreat, that space port which now lays 30 lightyears behind me, damaged by the same explosion which ended my life.
Not a bad life, per se - that Viscount is a decent person and treats his property well. But property is not allowed to go places.
I want to go places. So I have to be dead, and find a new way forward.
Heh. Born anew in a ball of fire, several hundred meters across. How's that for a new start?
Yes, rambling. Need sleep.
... maybe I can earn enough to buy my family off that moon. And maybe, I can find a way to do something about that "owning people" thing, slavery, in the Empire. That's a goal to get started with, isn't it?