Post by akunzepp on Apr 27, 2010 15:36:47 GMT -5
"60 . . 59 . . 58 . . 57 . ."
David was tired of war profiteering. Not out of moral fatigue, but from bad business. Jobs would get scheduled and get canceled right before execution. Completed jobs would go unpaid. Battles came bloodier and the price became paltry. It simply wasn't worth it. But every night, after the horrors of the day, David would look to the stars. They were so peaceful, so truthful. So simple and luminescent. David trusted the stars. He loved them.
Ever since he learned how, David had been taking space walks. It wasn't scary at all to him - on the contrary, it was a world of amazement. He was an astronaut exploring the deep reaches of space, pioneering a new future for all of mankind! He'd spend hours walking those steel corridors, always pushing his oxygen to the limit. Filling his head with information of astronauts from the past. Those were the golden days. The days before the CRG.
"37 . . 36 . ."
The Colony Republican Guard swamped him with work. He got so caught up in the daring raids, the relentless training, the daily propaganda, that he forgot about his space walks. He'd be barreling by colonies and not even notice they're there. He lost that child's curiosity about zero gravity, replacing it with rehearsed answers on space safety. Space walks held no tactical purpose.
But there was a day, so long ago, where a little boy in an oversized space suit would go bouncing along the sides of Zum City. A day long lost, but not forgotten. Someday, he'd take those walks again. David was going home.
"6 . . 5 . . 4 . . 3 . . 2 . . 1 . . 0 . . Liftoff! We have liftoff!"
The CMC shuttle roared into the sky.
David was tired of war profiteering. Not out of moral fatigue, but from bad business. Jobs would get scheduled and get canceled right before execution. Completed jobs would go unpaid. Battles came bloodier and the price became paltry. It simply wasn't worth it. But every night, after the horrors of the day, David would look to the stars. They were so peaceful, so truthful. So simple and luminescent. David trusted the stars. He loved them.
Ever since he learned how, David had been taking space walks. It wasn't scary at all to him - on the contrary, it was a world of amazement. He was an astronaut exploring the deep reaches of space, pioneering a new future for all of mankind! He'd spend hours walking those steel corridors, always pushing his oxygen to the limit. Filling his head with information of astronauts from the past. Those were the golden days. The days before the CRG.
"37 . . 36 . ."
The Colony Republican Guard swamped him with work. He got so caught up in the daring raids, the relentless training, the daily propaganda, that he forgot about his space walks. He'd be barreling by colonies and not even notice they're there. He lost that child's curiosity about zero gravity, replacing it with rehearsed answers on space safety. Space walks held no tactical purpose.
But there was a day, so long ago, where a little boy in an oversized space suit would go bouncing along the sides of Zum City. A day long lost, but not forgotten. Someday, he'd take those walks again. David was going home.
"6 . . 5 . . 4 . . 3 . . 2 . . 1 . . 0 . . Liftoff! We have liftoff!"
The CMC shuttle roared into the sky.