06-07-2011, 03:44 PM
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She was walking on the ashes. On the ashes of her life, on the ashes of her soul, on the ashes of her dreams… Dreams… They have a nasty tendency to become real. In a twisted and perverted way. Or sometimes they are kind and keep beaconing and tempting. Until one day they have no value left. Not anymore.
She tried to live like others do, but the world wasn’t normal. She wasn’t normal. She tried to believe like others do, but people weren’t normal. She wasn’t normal. She tried to love like others do, but they were never normal. She wasn’t normal. And she didn’t want to be normal. Not anymore.
Who was she? She definitely knew space, it could be seen by the way she handled her crafts. By those who could see it in time. And those who couldn’t usually wouldn’t. Wouldn’t anymore.
Was she a part of one of the Navies, shedding her blood in another senseless war unleashed by the leaders she never saw and for the reasons resembling excuses? Or maybe a cop, spending her precious life patrolling tradelanes, capturing never ending flow of different kinds of criminals just for them to be released after being caught?. Could she be a Bounty Hunter, inexorably closing to her quarries until they had nowhere to run? Or perhaps a mercenary, ready to sell her soul for whomever would pay more? Or outright pirate, preying on the weak on the long road, leading reckless and dangerous life without a purpose but with known end? Was she just an employee of a large corporation, risking her life for small salary while corporate money-bags were getting all the profits? Maybe a hopeless romantic, trying to save the world? Whomever was she in the past, it didn’t matter for The Ministry, neither it mattered for her. Not anymore.
Whatever she was or wasn’t, it was in the past. In the past she banned. By herself. And it felt … refreshing. As it felt every time she had bested an adversary, every time she imposed her will upon others. Who were these unlucky pilots, captains, gunners, technicians and other various crew members who got spaced by her hand before? Like many other things, it didn’t matter. They didn’t matter. No, not because they were insignificant obstacles on the way to some too important goal. No, she wasn’t trying to change the world. Even if she could she wouldn’t. It was simply of no significance for her. Not anymore.
Goldanne looked at the viewport, empty space echoed her empty soul, as if outside darkness itself had casted a shadow upon her heart. She smiled at distant stars, as though seeing distant words full of people running like squirrels in a wheel, bended by systems with futile purposes, hopelessly banned by their own choice. She chuckled - The Force of Ban is truly everywhere. Banned… The Priestess Of Ban, the title The Boss gave her. It was her essense now, and probably what she had always been. She smiled again, at those who banned themselves by their choice, and those whom she would choose to ban. Permanently.
She tried to live like others do, but the world wasn’t normal. She wasn’t normal. She tried to believe like others do, but people weren’t normal. She wasn’t normal. She tried to love like others do, but they were never normal. She wasn’t normal. And she didn’t want to be normal. Not anymore.
Who was she? She definitely knew space, it could be seen by the way she handled her crafts. By those who could see it in time. And those who couldn’t usually wouldn’t. Wouldn’t anymore.
Was she a part of one of the Navies, shedding her blood in another senseless war unleashed by the leaders she never saw and for the reasons resembling excuses? Or maybe a cop, spending her precious life patrolling tradelanes, capturing never ending flow of different kinds of criminals just for them to be released after being caught?. Could she be a Bounty Hunter, inexorably closing to her quarries until they had nowhere to run? Or perhaps a mercenary, ready to sell her soul for whomever would pay more? Or outright pirate, preying on the weak on the long road, leading reckless and dangerous life without a purpose but with known end? Was she just an employee of a large corporation, risking her life for small salary while corporate money-bags were getting all the profits? Maybe a hopeless romantic, trying to save the world? Whomever was she in the past, it didn’t matter for The Ministry, neither it mattered for her. Not anymore.
Whatever she was or wasn’t, it was in the past. In the past she banned. By herself. And it felt … refreshing. As it felt every time she had bested an adversary, every time she imposed her will upon others. Who were these unlucky pilots, captains, gunners, technicians and other various crew members who got spaced by her hand before? Like many other things, it didn’t matter. They didn’t matter. No, not because they were insignificant obstacles on the way to some too important goal. No, she wasn’t trying to change the world. Even if she could she wouldn’t. It was simply of no significance for her. Not anymore.
Goldanne looked at the viewport, empty space echoed her empty soul, as if outside darkness itself had casted a shadow upon her heart. She smiled at distant stars, as though seeing distant words full of people running like squirrels in a wheel, bended by systems with futile purposes, hopelessly banned by their own choice. She chuckled - The Force of Ban is truly everywhere. Banned… The Priestess Of Ban, the title The Boss gave her. It was her essense now, and probably what she had always been. She smiled again, at those who banned themselves by their choice, and those whom she would choose to ban. Permanently.