http://hatesyourmom.livejournal.com/ (![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
hatesyourmom.livejournal.com) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
trans_92010-10-03 07:07 pm
hatesyourmom.livejournal.com) wrote in trans_92010-10-03 07:07 pm
Entry tags:
★
He should have been dead.
He remembered lying miles below Terra’s surface, the whole planet shuddering, Keith lying beside him, and blood on the white marble. He remembered, too, knowing that Tony and the humans had come together to save that world… To learn that their Terra – no, that the whole universe! – had been destroyed, just when he thought he’d led everyone somewhere they could live in peace…
What kind of beings were the Ohm, to destroy humanity’s cradle? To slaughter billions of beings on the verge of a new way of life, before they could restore beautiful Terra…? It had been one thing to face the human armies of the Superior Domination system. The Mu were humanity’s children; he could understand their sadness, their fear, their anger, everything that drove them to chase the Shangri-La to the ends of the galaxy. Would he ever be able to understand the Ohm? To reason with them? If they came to a negotiation table, would he want to reason with them, knowing what they’d done to his people and their promised land? To Terra.
He pressed his tear-streaked face to the great windows of the observation deck, gazing out into the shifting reds of the Bleed and projecting grief strongly enough for any psychic aboard to feel. Somewhere above humanity’s home, Physis was gone, and Tony, and all the Mu he’d brought across the galaxy. He should have been dead, but he was alive, and everyone who he’d wanted to enjoy the new world was gone.
“We can’t change the past,” he murmured to the vortex. Somewhere beyond the Bleed, there was an infinite number of shining blue worlds. Those Terras could still be saved. They would still be saved. “But we can shape the future.”
He turned from the glass and back to the ship. It was a solid vessel with a good crew. Unlike the fragile Mu, many of the people onboard were warriors: trained, hardy, used to rough conditions and the psychological strain of prolonged combat, and all of them had a reason to fight. He didn’t know them or all of their stories well now, but he’d learn to understand them, and try to guide them as Blue had guided him, once upon a time. He’d been on this journey before – pulling a small band of castaways across a sea of stars. They’d reached their goal then, and they would reach it now, because his last words to Keith were as true here as they had been on Terra:
When all else was gone, there was hope.
He remembered lying miles below Terra’s surface, the whole planet shuddering, Keith lying beside him, and blood on the white marble. He remembered, too, knowing that Tony and the humans had come together to save that world… To learn that their Terra – no, that the whole universe! – had been destroyed, just when he thought he’d led everyone somewhere they could live in peace…
What kind of beings were the Ohm, to destroy humanity’s cradle? To slaughter billions of beings on the verge of a new way of life, before they could restore beautiful Terra…? It had been one thing to face the human armies of the Superior Domination system. The Mu were humanity’s children; he could understand their sadness, their fear, their anger, everything that drove them to chase the Shangri-La to the ends of the galaxy. Would he ever be able to understand the Ohm? To reason with them? If they came to a negotiation table, would he want to reason with them, knowing what they’d done to his people and their promised land? To Terra.
He pressed his tear-streaked face to the great windows of the observation deck, gazing out into the shifting reds of the Bleed and projecting grief strongly enough for any psychic aboard to feel. Somewhere above humanity’s home, Physis was gone, and Tony, and all the Mu he’d brought across the galaxy. He should have been dead, but he was alive, and everyone who he’d wanted to enjoy the new world was gone.
“We can’t change the past,” he murmured to the vortex. Somewhere beyond the Bleed, there was an infinite number of shining blue worlds. Those Terras could still be saved. They would still be saved. “But we can shape the future.”
He turned from the glass and back to the ship. It was a solid vessel with a good crew. Unlike the fragile Mu, many of the people onboard were warriors: trained, hardy, used to rough conditions and the psychological strain of prolonged combat, and all of them had a reason to fight. He didn’t know them or all of their stories well now, but he’d learn to understand them, and try to guide them as Blue had guided him, once upon a time. He’d been on this journey before – pulling a small band of castaways across a sea of stars. They’d reached their goal then, and they would reach it now, because his last words to Keith were as true here as they had been on Terra:
When all else was gone, there was hope.
no subject
She was not much bigger then a short dog, and sat on one of tables, to feel less short around all these tall aliens. She didn't hardly move, and her face showed little emotion as she stared at the space outside of the ship. But inside, she was reeling. She'd worked for so long, more then half of her life, to improve her world. And now... now Viashahg was gone. Everything she'd worked for, simply destroyed.
Her keen hearing picked up the words of the man standing by the windows, and she spoke without thinking. "When you shape the future, make sure you are ready for a design you did not initially think of."
Immediately after saying this, she blinked, and shook her head. Why was she saying this to a stranger? Perhaps because she had already tried to shape the future of her world, and it didn't come out how she'd hoped. She was projecting onto this person her own inadequacies, as if trying to warn a younger version of herself of the problems she'd started.
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
At least, she hoped it was. The pain of loosing a homeland, of suddenly being uprooted to a strange new environment - it was not something she would want to experience many times in her life.
no subject
no subject
She's finally cleared up the slime and moved the clumps of matted, wet hair out of her face, leaving her lightly-scarred face visible. She looks out into the Bleed. She aches to be home and to take her son with her, to just put all this pointless, warring madness to an end, but she guesses what Peter once told her, when she was worried about Marco, was right: "once in a war, always in a war". At least this battle didn't look like it would be waged inside he skull, at least not yet.