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Writings / Re: Eidolon
« on: September 16, 2008, 08:28:45 PM »
"Quell! Come!"
Someone wanted him to step through that airlock door. Someone knew he was here, and in fact knew his name. Which meant that this someone knew who he was, and probably knew what he'd done. But not necessarily what he'd been through.
"Quell!"
Again the haunting voice. This wouldn't be the authorities, they would have stormed the airlock by now and taken him down in a hail of bullets. He was well known in all the major systems by every government you would care to cross in a hundred years. The price on his head was heavy, weighing down his thoughts with imaginations of the violence that would be done to him should any bounty hunter or peacekeeper ever come across him with the idea of collecting.
"Quell, come!"
Focus, that was what he needed, clarity and focus. Keep his mind from drifting, even in this most tense of situations, stay on track. Thoughts were flash flooding his conscious, ideas were storming down out of the firmament of his mind, pale blue blazes of lightning flashing across his inner vision, taking form as rapid daydreams intent on destroying his composure.
"Quell! Quell!"
He finally began to marshal his thoughts. Began taking resolute steps towards the door. Determined that no matter how strange a development, he would not be moved, he would be a stone, a mountain of stone, unmovable in his perfect quest for perfection.
"Quell! Help me!"
Someone wanted him to step through that airlock door. Someone knew he was here, and in fact knew his name. Which meant that this someone knew who he was, and probably knew what he'd done. But not necessarily what he'd been through.
"Quell!"
Again the haunting voice. This wouldn't be the authorities, they would have stormed the airlock by now and taken him down in a hail of bullets. He was well known in all the major systems by every government you would care to cross in a hundred years. The price on his head was heavy, weighing down his thoughts with imaginations of the violence that would be done to him should any bounty hunter or peacekeeper ever come across him with the idea of collecting.
"Quell, come!"
Focus, that was what he needed, clarity and focus. Keep his mind from drifting, even in this most tense of situations, stay on track. Thoughts were flash flooding his conscious, ideas were storming down out of the firmament of his mind, pale blue blazes of lightning flashing across his inner vision, taking form as rapid daydreams intent on destroying his composure.
"Quell! Quell!"
He finally began to marshal his thoughts. Began taking resolute steps towards the door. Determined that no matter how strange a development, he would not be moved, he would be a stone, a mountain of stone, unmovable in his perfect quest for perfection.
"Quell! Help me!"