White whale, holy grail
14 Jun 2023Tekwerk
I hear its screams in my sleep. The billowing wails of an unfathomable beast.White whale, holy grail.
I've seen it, that Hydra. The one with the the broken fin. I've hunted it for months. Day after day I scour the domains of Pleione, her daughters. That searing blue is burned into my psyche, the ghostly, pale light of its domains.
White whale, holy grail.
Sometimes the scanner comes up empty. Sometimes the Hydrae aren't there. Maybe they sense my fury. Are they scared of it? Are they laughing at me?
White wail, holy grail.
Another jump in. The carcasses of foolhardy sightseers who thought these waters calm. They got to see a real life interceptor! A once in a lifetime experience for lifetime cut short at once. Hah, they're not like me. They don't know these seas.
White whale, holy grail.
Sometimes it's left by then, a few escape pods scattered about the glowing wrecks, caustic gas still burning at the edges of the hulls of those who didn't prepare. A toxic vapor, the miasma of hate. I'll leave them to their fate, the clock is ticking in my head.
White whale, holy grail.
I don't fear his brothers. Their mantles decorate my hull. They'll learn to fear me in time. They'll learn. He knows though. Hydra aren't hard to kill if you know what you're doing, if you have the right tool for the job. Jack be nimble, jack be quick. Jack, fly a Chieftain, Challenger, or Krait, unless you want to make yourself sick. But he knows better. I've got a Chieftain. He knows better, he's never there if I'm in my Chieftain. He's never there if I'm in the Assault Ship. He knows my Fer-De-Lance means danger.
White whale, holy grail.
The Dropship is deceptive. It's plodding but tough, and it has guns to bear. Four harpoons for his wicked hearts. It can do it, we've all seen the inaugural shieldless kill. A thing of beauty from an age where we were still perfecting our art. He must not be old enough to remember.
White whale, holy grail.
It's just not enough though. One suggests where the Dropship goes, and it meanders that way. Boost at the wrong time, and the overcharged drives will not hesitate to careen you far out of range. It's a fickle beast, but so is he. They're made for eachother.
White whale, holy grail.
I'm heading out again, to grapple with thee, all destroying but unconquering whale.