TXTX002 - a shower of words
31 Jan 2024tixtox
The scorching desert winds still cling to my modified FENRIR battlesuit as I step into the cramped, dimly lit quarters of my ship. The familiar sound of the shower's activation pierces the air - a welcome respite from the gritty chaos of the desert world warfare. Dropping my gear on the cold metal floor, I let out a tired exhale, feeling the weight of the mission lift from my shoulders. The shower stall is small, just like everything else on this ship. The water starts flowing, a precious resource in this arid corner of the system. I peel off my armor piece by piece, the clinks and clangs echo in the enclosed space as the pieces hit the floor, forming a metallic mosaic beneath my feet.
Steam begins to fill the shower stall, swirling around me as I step under the cascading water. The heat soothes my aching muscles, and I close my eyes, letting the desert sand and dust wash away. The water, tinted slightly brown from the remnants of the battlefield, carries the essence of the world I just left behind. The cigarette lighter, tucked into the corner of the shower, catches my eye. I hesitate for a moment before deciding against it. Claire's disapproving gaze, even if only in my memory, lingers. With a deep breath, I turn off the shower, the metallic clank of the control echoing in the small space. I step out onto the cold, metal floor, feeling refreshed, renewed.
Toweling off, I reach for my worn-out pilot jacket, feeling the rough fabric against my skin. As I slide into it, the distant hum of the ship's engine becomes more pronounced. However, it's not the only sound permeating the small quarters. A video stream crackles to life, filling the space with the voices of some influential figures from a corp named fdev discussing their ideas for the future of this universe after the aftermath of severe economic troubles. As corporations contemplate strategies for recovery, playing with the hopes and dreams of their followers i wonder what comes next.