Post by MING on Feb 19, 2010 20:11:55 GMT -5
The ancient city of Alexandria, within viewing distance of the sprawling Zeonic complex that borrowed it's name, began to drift into sleep as the brutal sun sunk below the distant horizon. The city, established by a conquerer long dead, was a fitting place for would be rulers of this planet to establish themselves.
For Persephone, it was yet another reminder of the twisted wrongness of the planet itself. Why was this barren land, this horrid patch of sand and dirt and misery of such importance that men felt they must claim it generation after generation? What kind of madness drove a person to claim dominion over something so... worthless.. as the Earth.
I don't understand it, Diego... this planet, it's gravity, it's dragging my soul down like it did your life.
She had been thinking more clearly, recently. They were still feeding her drugs, but they were fewer now. And even when they began to wear off, all she felt was a weariness. Deeper than physical tiredness, more than mental exhaustion, not quite the emotional ebbs and flows she was notorious for and quite used to. Maybe if he were still here, she might find an answer.
How long had it been? A week, perhaps? Diego had been something she had yearned for ever since the beginning of her life of tragedy. He hadn't been just a "war buddy", as she recalled other soldiers calling their squadmates. Nor was he a love interest, not in the term most of the officers spoke of their wives, or more often, mistresses. He was the closest to a family she had ever had, an older brother that she had never truly known. And like her own long forgotten sibling, he was now gone somewhere she couldn't follow.
This place is a cursed placed. Like a mother who will not let go of her children, we try to leave her embrace only to be crushed against her. I must escape this place... and return where I belong.
A small sheet of paper slid under Persephone's locked door. Her newest orders, likely.
That was fine, she could follow orders. Eventually, those orders would lead her back to space, away from this damning weight that dragged her spirit deeper and deeper into the depths.
She had seen the state of this planet, and the effects it was having on those who tread it's surface. One day, humanity would break it's mothers hold and escape the pull of the killing weight. Persephone laid upon her bunk and stared at the ceiling, knowing sleep would not come this night. There was too much burden upon her mind to allow it.
Humanity would have it's freedom, in time.
But she would have to fight for her own more immediately.
For Persephone, it was yet another reminder of the twisted wrongness of the planet itself. Why was this barren land, this horrid patch of sand and dirt and misery of such importance that men felt they must claim it generation after generation? What kind of madness drove a person to claim dominion over something so... worthless.. as the Earth.
I don't understand it, Diego... this planet, it's gravity, it's dragging my soul down like it did your life.
She had been thinking more clearly, recently. They were still feeding her drugs, but they were fewer now. And even when they began to wear off, all she felt was a weariness. Deeper than physical tiredness, more than mental exhaustion, not quite the emotional ebbs and flows she was notorious for and quite used to. Maybe if he were still here, she might find an answer.
How long had it been? A week, perhaps? Diego had been something she had yearned for ever since the beginning of her life of tragedy. He hadn't been just a "war buddy", as she recalled other soldiers calling their squadmates. Nor was he a love interest, not in the term most of the officers spoke of their wives, or more often, mistresses. He was the closest to a family she had ever had, an older brother that she had never truly known. And like her own long forgotten sibling, he was now gone somewhere she couldn't follow.
This place is a cursed placed. Like a mother who will not let go of her children, we try to leave her embrace only to be crushed against her. I must escape this place... and return where I belong.
A small sheet of paper slid under Persephone's locked door. Her newest orders, likely.
That was fine, she could follow orders. Eventually, those orders would lead her back to space, away from this damning weight that dragged her spirit deeper and deeper into the depths.
She had seen the state of this planet, and the effects it was having on those who tread it's surface. One day, humanity would break it's mothers hold and escape the pull of the killing weight. Persephone laid upon her bunk and stared at the ceiling, knowing sleep would not come this night. There was too much burden upon her mind to allow it.
Humanity would have it's freedom, in time.
But she would have to fight for her own more immediately.