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     LtCmdr. Maiko D'rall |
Maiko sat in the semi-darkened flight cabin of Kelaka, running a systems check. Music played softly in the background, some selection from the 20th century (http://farrell.mcc3d.com/stuff/Soundtrack%20-%20Boondock%20Saints%20-%20Over.mp3). "Well here we are, at the end of the road..." She diligently pecked at the panel, waiting for a batch of readouts to confirm the craft's readiness. Truth be told, she could have done this from the bridge, but the bridge was rather depressing with both the beehive of activity in co-ordinating repair of Coronado while still keeping a watchful eye for more Xur. "We were too young to know and lord how we wasted our time... tryin' to cross a bridge that we couldn't find..." What hope did they have in the face of another Xur attack? They had a weapon that had been tested, but if what she saw of the Xur reaction from the sensor logs she'd gone over after the battle, it didn't seem but a scratch to them - and this was after having come to the conclusion there was really nothing more she could have done piloting-wise. "...and each day that goes by, I wonder what I'm fighting for... The most vexing part was that all the fighting was, in the end, over Xanadu. Its presence, its effects on their universe. Something that wasn't yet somehow was their fault for existing? She didn't even want to think about the temporal implications of it, or the future that everyone claimed would come. What purpose was there in worrying about decades down the road when just the upcoming weeks seemed bleak enough. "...then I think about all the good times we've had..." Obligation to her people. Years ago that would have meant Reorsans - the humans and braids. And yet in those years, "her people" had taken on new meaning. The Kioth. The Traxati Worldlife. The Apori. The Ji'san. The Pfhor. She had fled her home to do what she could to protect it, and had in those years, become more than she ever thought she would be, learned more about herself... and found mysteries she still had no answers for, a few which still lurked in the back of her mind. A nagging feeling, that perhaps the universe had another major reversal to make. "...I'm gonna pack up my bags and leave this dirty old town..." She had to admit that she was tiring of the military life. As much as she was in love with piloting Coronado, she knew - courtesy of the encouragement of Smith, Daren, Savant, and the training of Tal - she was capable of doing much more than just being a pilot. A small part of her theorized perhaps she had held herself back for her parents, and though she was a Reorsan in heart, a part of her wanted to see Earth before she died - perhaps her way of honoring her people's history of surviving and thriving to one day return home, though she knew that if it was within her power, it would only be a visit. "Now it's true that it may be too late for me... After years of turning my insides out... I'd rather go on believin' there's something waitin' for me... Then maybe I could find what life is really about..." She turned her attention back to the console. Like it or not, Kelaka was their last auxilliary craft and she would be damned if she failed in her duty to see to its needs. Before this would all end, it could be possible the craft would be needed... |