Ghosts of the past
15 Nov 2017Jryde-78
*Slow down**Slow down*
For fuck's sake, again!
How many times my mind had wandered back in time to those words? Words, that old woman told me when he pushed me out of the door of that orphanage in some hell hole which name I forgot years ago.
"Time to go and see the galaxy. Don't get yourself into trouble, you one-eyed rascal"
Over 20 years I have seen the galaxy, mostly thru a small windows of a freighters ass, cleaning and repairing. Over 20 years I have been in trouble over again and again. Many times I asked to fly the ship I was working on, just a bit, easy landings or basic route jumps. "Why don't you keep an eye on those toilets, boy". That was the more nicer answer I got. Fuckers. But they didn't drive me off the bridge, so I watched, listened and learned.
Years later I found out that I would need all that I learned.
"One-eyed bastard!!!"
A second later a wrench flew past my head. Once again I was out of job and without a punk. Fuckers. I kept that rusty coffin up in the black and running, and all I got was boot up in my ass. Chief engineer of the "Last Hope" was a old drunk, who didn't know the difference between FSD cooling hose and a ventilation pipe of the cmdrs chairs. Used to drink more than talk. And man was she a bitch when drunk.
After kicked out of the "Last Hope", I found myself working in a shady bar on edge of the bubble. Not a bad job actually. Indoors, the regulars were ok and you heard a lot of stories. Once again, I learned a lot about the Void. One day, while cleaning the tables, I heard a low, rumbling, voice behind me. ”Whats your name, one-eye?” I turned around, ready to spit all known insults at the bastard only to see an old man whose other eye was completely white like mine. ”I asked you a question son”, the man said staring straight to my eye. ”It`s Jryde”, I replied, ”Jryde-78”. I immediately regretted that said my whole name. The old, one-eyed man wearing a grey flightsuit bursted into laughter. ”What kinda name is that? Are you prisoner or something?” I couldn`t tell which made my face more red, anger or shame. ”It`s the only name I got in orphanage”, I replied and stared the floor. ”Is that so? Well, why don`t you be good lad and bring me an ale. I think we have more in common than meets the eye” he winked and made he`s way to the corner table. I had never seen another person with the same kind of than mine. Yet there was something very familiar about this old, grey bearded man.
I fetched an pint of good ale and walked to the table. ”Have a seat”, old man says. He had a very peculiar look in his eye. ”What if I told you, that you name is Sigurd Fafnesbane?” I`m about to say I don`t know what hes talking about when flash of memory hits me. Wasn`t that the name that one lady used in the orphanage? And I could see how mad the headmaster was to that lady. As a matter of fact, I never saw her again. ”How you would know my name?” I looked at the man. ”`cause I`m your uncle, young man” he said sternly. ”What?” I jumped up almost flipping the table. ”Dammit boy, you spilled my beer! Well, I suppose it`s bit of mine own fault. I could had brought it down a little softer” he smiled at me.
*Landing request accepted, proceed to landing pad zero-seven*
Britnev Hub flight control forced me out my memories. Had to concentrate, banging aroud the ”mailbox” wouldn`t look good while landing on your home, would it...