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trans_92009-12-20 09:51 pm
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still alive at twenty-six
Zero gravity. It was not something Arha was familiar with. Today was a day to do new things. She floated in the middle of the Sensorium's white environment, getting used to the feel of it as metal walls and a series of corridors began to appear. Arha was no swimmer, but she was good with figuring things out and that was going to include how to move in a zero-gravity environment.
She took a breath as a thin column appeared next to her, and shoved off, carefully manipulating her body to angle herself toward her target--another wall twenty freet from her. She missed and went crashing into the edge of the wall, which spun her hard into another. She hung there, cussing under her breath, her knees tucked against her chest as she finally slowed and came to a bumping rest.
Twenty-six years ago today, she had been born and given to the Bene Gesserit. Twenty-six years. Time had passed and had brought her here, to this place, this time, and this moment.
"I survived twenty-six years," Arha said aloud as she untucked herself and set her feet against the wall before trying the next one. "Twenty-six minus forty-one." She closed her eyes, her fingers reaching for the wall. "Fifteen. Fifteen more years to go, Leto. Maybe I shall live past those years in spite of history. Ah!"
She opened her eyes as her fingertips met the wall and she used the tiniest bit of pressure to send herself off in another direction, tucking herself in as a target popped down. Her hand flashed out to hit it as she sailed past. Another popped up at a different angle. Twenty-six. Arha spun, her lines clean and efficient even as she tried to correct herself and missed a target, pushed off and found herself face to face with Leto. He said nothing. Arha clapped a hand over her mouth, her eyes wide as she immediately tried to block an impssoibly quick strike. Her free hand closed over his wrist. This is not real, remember? The crysknife hung there, its tip brushing her plantsuit. And then she was hurtling in another direction, spinning completely out of control.
Leto was gone.
She took a breath as a thin column appeared next to her, and shoved off, carefully manipulating her body to angle herself toward her target--another wall twenty freet from her. She missed and went crashing into the edge of the wall, which spun her hard into another. She hung there, cussing under her breath, her knees tucked against her chest as she finally slowed and came to a bumping rest.
Twenty-six years ago today, she had been born and given to the Bene Gesserit. Twenty-six years. Time had passed and had brought her here, to this place, this time, and this moment.
"I survived twenty-six years," Arha said aloud as she untucked herself and set her feet against the wall before trying the next one. "Twenty-six minus forty-one." She closed her eyes, her fingers reaching for the wall. "Fifteen. Fifteen more years to go, Leto. Maybe I shall live past those years in spite of history. Ah!"
She opened her eyes as her fingertips met the wall and she used the tiniest bit of pressure to send herself off in another direction, tucking herself in as a target popped down. Her hand flashed out to hit it as she sailed past. Another popped up at a different angle. Twenty-six. Arha spun, her lines clean and efficient even as she tried to correct herself and missed a target, pushed off and found herself face to face with Leto. He said nothing. Arha clapped a hand over her mouth, her eyes wide as she immediately tried to block an impssoibly quick strike. Her free hand closed over his wrist. This is not real, remember? The crysknife hung there, its tip brushing her plantsuit. And then she was hurtling in another direction, spinning completely out of control.
Leto was gone.