The Lovestory
19 Feb 2024Krosul X. Large
Krosul X. Large was a space biker, who roamed the galaxy with his squadron, the Hanseatic League. They were renegades, who lived for the thrill of the chase, the adrenaline of the fight, and the freedom of the road. They had no loyalty to anyone but themselves and their crew. They had no fear of anyone but their former commander, who had betrayed them and left them for dead.Aria Z. Duval was a space princess, who ruled the galaxy with her family, the House of Duval. They were royals, who lived for the power of the throne, the prestige of the name, and the duty of the empire. They had no allegiance to anyone but themselves and their dynasty. They had no enemy of anyone but their rivals, who had challenged them and left them for war.
They met by chance, in a neutral system, where they both had attended a diplomatic summit. They noticed each other's ships, which were very different from each other. Krosul's ship was a Federal Corvette, a large and powerful warship, painted red and black, with his name spray-painted on it. Aria's ship was an Imperial Cutter, a sleek and elegant yacht, painted white and gold, with her name engraved on it.
They were curious about each other, so they decided to talk. They introduced themselves, and soon found out that they had a lot in common, such as their love for flying, music, and movies. They also found out that they had a lot of differences, such as their views on politics, factions, and powerplay. They argued, but they also laughed. They disagreed, but they also understood. They were opposites, but they also complemented.
They liked each other, so they decided to stay. They spent more time together, and soon became friends, and then more than friends. They shared their stories, their dreams, and their secrets. They showed each other their ships, their weapons, and their modules. They taught each other their skills, their tricks, and their techniques. They learned from each other, they grew with each other, they fell in love with each other.
They loved each other, so they decided to leave. They left their old lives behind, and started a new one together. They joined their ships, their crews, and their missions. They flew across the galaxy, exploring, raiding, and fighting. They faced many dangers and challenges, but they also had many adventures and fun. They supported each other, they protected each other, they enjoyed each other.
They were happy, so they decided to marry. They married in a secret and romantic station, where they had first confessed their love. They invited no one, except their closest friends, who had sworn to keep their secret. They exchanged their vows, their rings, and their kisses. They celebrated their love, their happiness, and their future. They danced, they sang, they toasted.
They were married, so they decided to live. They lived in the galaxy, as space bikers and space princesses. They lived for each other, as husband and wife. They lived happily ever after, as Krosul and Aria.
But their happiness was not meant to last.
They were discovered, by someone they feared. Someone they considered an enemy. Someone they had avoided at all costs. Someone who had a secret agenda. Someone who had a hidden motive. Someone who had a dark past.
It was their former commander, the one who had betrayed them and left them for dead.
He had survived, by a miracle. He had escaped, by a chance. He had recovered, by a surgery. He had changed, by a disguise. He had followed, by a tracker. He had found, by a scanner. He had waited, by a plan.
He had waited for the right moment, to expose. To expose Krosul and Aria. To expose their ship and their crew. To expose their love and their life. To expose their happiness and their future.
He had waited for their anniversary, to expose.
He had exposed them, with a broadcast. A broadcast that he had sent to the whole galaxy, using a powerful transmitter. A broadcast that he had recorded with a hidden camera, when he had infiltrated their station. A broadcast that he had played with a smirk, when he had revealed their secret.
A broadcast that had exposed their secret, and everything with it.
Their secret, and their crew.
Their secret, and their ship.
Their secret, and their modules.
Their secret, and their rings.
Their secret, and their lives.
He had ruined them, with a broadcast.
He had ruined them, with a vengeance.
He had ruined them, with a laugh.
He had ruined them, and he had won.
He had won, but he had not.
He had not, because he had not ruined their love.
Their love, that had survived the broadcast.
Their love, that had transcended the scandal.
Their love, that had become a legend.
Their love, that had become a star.
A star, that shone in the sky.
A star, that shone in the galaxy.
A star, that shone in their hearts.
A star, that shone for Krosul and Aria.
But they were not happy.
They were not happy, because they had lost everything else.
They had lost their crews, who had abandoned them or been arrested.
They had lost their ships, who had been confiscated or destroyed.
They had lost their modules, who had been seized or disabled.
They had lost their rings, who had been stolen or melted.
They had lost their lives, who had been ruined or threatened.
They had lost their happiness, who had been shattered or tainted.
They had lost their future, who had been doomed or denied.
They had lost everything, except their love.
Their love, that was not enough.
Their love, that was not enough to keep them together.
Their love, that was not enough to make them happy.
Their love, that was not enough to make them live.
They were not happy, so they decided to part.
They parted in a sad and bitter station, where they had last seen each other. They invited no one, except their broken hearts, who had cried to keep their love. They exchanged their goodbyes, their tears, and their hugs. They mourned their love, their happiness, and their future. They walked, they sobbed, they parted.