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[OOM] Duty
May. 19th, 2006 07:02 pmThe punch didn’t feel nearly as good as she had always thought it would.
“Princess Isplourrdacartha Estillo, your presence strengthens an old man’s heart.”
“I can fix that.”
Leaning back on her bent forearms, Plourr let her legs hang over the edge of the wing.
“You do not understand, my princess.”
“I understand that you killed my family.”
Her hand throbbed, and she stared hard at the vaulted ceiling, listening to footsteps and shouts coming from below her; the sounds of the techs and mechanics prepping Rogue Squadron for yet another mission.
Twelve years, she had been waiting to pound the Grand Duke Gror Pernon into a pulp, and in the end, she had only knocked down an old man.
Her eyes sting.
Can't do this, can't go back there, can't--
Plourr sat up, turned around, grabbed the edge of the S-foil, and dropped down into a crouch on the hangar bay floor. Already, she heard the silence that fell in the bay when her boots thudded on the ferrocrete.
She distinctly heard the voices pick up as she walked out through the main doors.
Fuck this. Fuck, this.
“They took us one by one. They did things to my father and sisters. Unspeakable things.
“When I reached the outside, I ran.
“I ran, and I never looked back.
“I can still hear the screams of my sisters, Kassen and Dullourr.”
“Your people need you.”
“They need someone to unite them. To make them whole.”
Make them whole?
“Princess Isplourrdacartha Estillo, your presence strengthens an old man’s heart.”
“I can fix that.”
Leaning back on her bent forearms, Plourr let her legs hang over the edge of the wing.
“You do not understand, my princess.”
“I understand that you killed my family.”
Her hand throbbed, and she stared hard at the vaulted ceiling, listening to footsteps and shouts coming from below her; the sounds of the techs and mechanics prepping Rogue Squadron for yet another mission.
Twelve years, she had been waiting to pound the Grand Duke Gror Pernon into a pulp, and in the end, she had only knocked down an old man.
Her eyes sting.
Can't do this, can't go back there, can't--
Plourr sat up, turned around, grabbed the edge of the S-foil, and dropped down into a crouch on the hangar bay floor. Already, she heard the silence that fell in the bay when her boots thudded on the ferrocrete.
She distinctly heard the voices pick up as she walked out through the main doors.
Fuck this. Fuck, this.
“They took us one by one. They did things to my father and sisters. Unspeakable things.
“When I reached the outside, I ran.
“I ran, and I never looked back.
“I can still hear the screams of my sisters, Kassen and Dullourr.”
“Your people need you.”
“They need someone to unite them. To make them whole.”
Make them whole?
