Zampano rubbed his head as he woke up to the familiar fluroescent light that illuminated the small cabin he had been sleeping in. His head ached with a dull pain, the result of an extended shift within the matrix no doubt. He swung his legs from the side of the bunk and reached for a glass, taking a small sip of water. As his eyes began to focus he sighed slightly. He was a long way from home.
This place had become a familiarity, it was almost comfortable, but he still missed the Onesimus, he still missed his own crew. He had been stranded for over a week now, over a week with hardly a word to those of the Veritas Lucis, over a week since he had slept in his own bunk. He smiled lightly as he thought over the past week and whispered to himself as he stood up
"But what a week eh"
Life with the Wolfpack hadn't been bad. In fact he had expected far worse. A toaster among wolves, he thought, should have caused more problems. But he had seen none, his week had been peaceful, probably more peaceful than a week with the Veritas Lucis. In fact, the rest had done him good, he felt at ease, the tiredness he had been suffering of late, long gone. Maybe it was the change, maybe it was her. He smiled before reaching for the door handle.
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He stretched as he approached the bridge, his eyes flicking towards the window. A storm was approaching, but that was not unexpected, they were in no-mans land; A region of the surface that was scorched and desolate, a place where storms ravaged the sky and tore the towering peaks of debris asunder. He had travelled there only a few times in his youth, for he had been warned of the dangers that lurked in the darkness. Pirates, mercenaries...even ghosts...he had laughed at that, but he had seen them..or rather, felt them. This place had a deathly feel about it, the scattered rocks and rubble never failed to chill the spine. Long ago this place had been a graveyard, one of many, for those primitive robots destroyed in man's ignorance. This place had the beginnings of the war at its core, it had the sins of the past within it's soil. It was no place to linger, and yet he was lingering. He had no choice, the scout craft had been almost destroyed in the crash, and his attempts to repair it were not getting anywhere.
As he sat down he began to think. There had to be some way to get back, there had to be some way of reaching the Veritas Lucis. He had spoken to a few of them within the matrix, but there was nothing he could say that would get him any closer to home. He wouldn't give away the position of The Wolfpack, they had sheltered him in his time of need, he could not betray that hospitality. Yet he knew that the scout might never be fixed...He was at a dead end. He shook his head slightly before pulling himself from the chair, there was no point thinking of things that had no answer. The answer would be found elsewhere.
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Message Edited by Zampano1981 on 06.18.2006 08:56 AM
Message Edited by Zampano1981 on 06.18.2006 08:57 AM
