Post by akunzepp on Feb 22, 2010 1:59:13 GMT -5
David held the picture in his hand. It had been so long since he was in the CRG, but here he was, as he was everyday, staring at this picture and the ghosts inside it. Him in the gunner's seat, though he never got a chance to operate that machine before Zeon died...
That was long ago. Those tanks never left Zum City. Outclassed in minutes by the rapid revolution of Minovsky and his bastard bots. Bots that now sat in the Vulture, at his command.
Marie had woken up early. Probably nightmares about the colony drop. She always got lost in her work. All the girls had nightmares, but Marie is the only one who did anything about them. She was the mother to the rest, and the only mother they had left.
"Sir, we're ready."
"I've told you. It's David. Just David."
But that was not his name. He set the picture down.
"Mission Trojan Medea, start."
That was long ago. Those tanks never left Zum City. Outclassed in minutes by the rapid revolution of Minovsky and his bastard bots. Bots that now sat in the Vulture, at his command.
Marie had woken up early. Probably nightmares about the colony drop. She always got lost in her work. All the girls had nightmares, but Marie is the only one who did anything about them. She was the mother to the rest, and the only mother they had left.
"Sir, we're ready."
"I've told you. It's David. Just David."
But that was not his name. He set the picture down.
"Mission Trojan Medea, start."