February 7, 3306
Swoilz AW-C d125, planet 2
Tzebra needed to move everyone a respectable distance, from the grounded pirate ship; after Poppy’s display. Tzebra did not mention what he had witnessed, and what he privately knew was happening, nor did Poppy speak of it. The issue would need revisiting upon a day, but to dwell on such a moment, while losing track of the present, could be terminal.
Eyes moved rapidly, as sharp darting colors of various tracers and laser beams, illuminated the dense fog. A myriad of shouting voices, echoed all around. Shadows darted to and fro, through the fog. One figure ran into Poppy, knocking her feet out from underneath her. The developed predator inside, folded and rolled on the ground, quickly righting itself into a crouching pose. A shimmering of light, appeared at her side, as predator leapt upon the form; vitals instinctively known, as the blade found its’ mark.
Who this person was, remained a mystery, though under the circumstances, that which hesitated was that which lost their future option. A hand grabbed the shoulder of that which was below her, rolling the form over, to reveal their identity. The face which greeted her was that of her own, or more correctly who she was, less than a year ago.
Poppy suddenly jerked upright, gasping. She took a couple of deep breaths, wiping her hand across the sweat on her face. Looking around she realized they were in a snow cave, her and Tzebra had fashioned, hours ago. Shaking her head to clear the dream away, she slowly laid back down, staring at the snow above her. Tzebra opened one eye, looking towards Poppy’s profile, before closing it once more…”upon a day.”