08-22-2012, 10:06 AM
A Withdrawn Existence
And the dying Embers of Hope
And the dying Embers of Hope
Cambridge System - Kingdom of Bretonia
Grantchester Space Port
Planet Cambridge
Grantchester Space Port
Planet Cambridge
"Each of the actions I have made had created a twisting pathway that I now find myself traversing. Apparently the only way I'll be able to see happiness is by searching for the end, when I can finally be laid to rest, and dream a long dream."
Grantchester Space Port.
If you were to ask anyone on planet Cambridge what the largest space port was and where to find it, they would point you to Grantchester. The massive port was the center piece for Cambridge City, a sprawling metropolis that had made up the heart of Cambridge society - both rich and poor.
It was also the place that you would find the largest police and military presence, ranging from active-duty personnel doing random pat downs, to off-duty officers taking a break from the front-lines of the Tau Conflict. It was also one of the most populated centers due to it's close distance to the famous beaches of Cambridge, where tourism mixed with local businesses.
A location he found himself at after a two hour drive from his ranch, his families ranch to be exact.
"I'm not a miracle you know." He had repeated to himself, recalling the final moments of leaving his home. He had only one thing left to fight for, and that was currently in an unstable condition in the medical wing of Cambridge Research Station. His mind was already preoccupied with the news of a twelve year old being assaulted and stabbed, a twelve year old girl he saw as a younger sister, and while he wouldn't admit it to anyone, he was slowly fighting back his hatred for the Kusari culture to actually learn it in an attempt to get to know the girl better; however, that might not be the case if she was dead.
On the drive, he had contacted his personal doctor, Doctor Carla Wellings, to inform her that he would be leaving Cambridge, and that he was taking one of his ships up to the Cambridge Research Station in orbit. She had protested this idea, and told him she would buy him tickets for the next transport to leave, which he reluctantly agreed upon.
As natural for him, he blamed himself for her being injured. Had he been out there where his people needed him, she may not have been injured. It was this particular moment he found himself pissed off at everything that had happened in the last month. Maybe if he wasn't so careless... maybe if he wasn't... he sighed heavily as he pulled the car into a parking space, taking in a deep breath before rolling the windows up and shutting the engine off.
Now wasn't the time to get pissed off at himself. He had to get to Cambridge Research Station. He had to get to medical wing G, room 96. He had to make sure she was going to make it. Every second he doubted himself, or hesitated, would be a second ticked off on her lifespan.
After climbing out of the car and locking it up, he shoved both of his hands into his jacket pockets, thankfully being able to stop and change into something more than swimming trunks and a black shirt. The jacket sleeves rode up just enough for the white bandages on his wrists to show, a reminder to him now to do background checks on every single woman he comes in contact with, to ensure they're not mentally insane, a terrorist, or a criminal. Apparently being a hero attracts the strange ones...
"Austin!" Someone shouted from nearby, though he continued forwards for a couple of more steps before sighing heavily and turning around, his cold eyes resting on the woman who approached him. "I brought you your ticket." The woman stated as she stopped in front of him, holding out her hand to reveal a single ticket to the orbital station
"Thanks, Carla." Austin replied, reaching out with his hand and snatching the ticket from her before shoving it back into his jacket pocket. Clearly showing he wasn't in the mood to deal with anything. Driving that point further by turning around and continuing his way towards the shuttle bay.
"Send me a message when she's out of surgery!" The woman shouted, though it had blended in with the rest of the commotion going on around the space port as he disappeared into a large crowd, and ultimately boarding a shuttle that would ferry him to the Cambridge Research Station.
As he entered the shuttle, he glanced around looking for an empty seat, his eyes resting on a seat next to a man that looked to be a few years younger than himself, and was rather rounded. In an orderly fashion he made his way through and took a seat next to the man, who looked up and smiled lightly at him.
Austin had returned the smile half-way before actually buckling himself in and ignoring the introduction given by the gentleman he was stuck with. Thankfully, it wasn't a long flight to the research station, as it was literally the first stop after leaving the planet.
If you were to ask anyone on planet Cambridge what the largest space port was and where to find it, they would point you to Grantchester. The massive port was the center piece for Cambridge City, a sprawling metropolis that had made up the heart of Cambridge society - both rich and poor.
It was also the place that you would find the largest police and military presence, ranging from active-duty personnel doing random pat downs, to off-duty officers taking a break from the front-lines of the Tau Conflict. It was also one of the most populated centers due to it's close distance to the famous beaches of Cambridge, where tourism mixed with local businesses.
A location he found himself at after a two hour drive from his ranch, his families ranch to be exact.
"I'm not a miracle you know." He had repeated to himself, recalling the final moments of leaving his home. He had only one thing left to fight for, and that was currently in an unstable condition in the medical wing of Cambridge Research Station. His mind was already preoccupied with the news of a twelve year old being assaulted and stabbed, a twelve year old girl he saw as a younger sister, and while he wouldn't admit it to anyone, he was slowly fighting back his hatred for the Kusari culture to actually learn it in an attempt to get to know the girl better; however, that might not be the case if she was dead.
On the drive, he had contacted his personal doctor, Doctor Carla Wellings, to inform her that he would be leaving Cambridge, and that he was taking one of his ships up to the Cambridge Research Station in orbit. She had protested this idea, and told him she would buy him tickets for the next transport to leave, which he reluctantly agreed upon.
As natural for him, he blamed himself for her being injured. Had he been out there where his people needed him, she may not have been injured. It was this particular moment he found himself pissed off at everything that had happened in the last month. Maybe if he wasn't so careless... maybe if he wasn't... he sighed heavily as he pulled the car into a parking space, taking in a deep breath before rolling the windows up and shutting the engine off.
Now wasn't the time to get pissed off at himself. He had to get to Cambridge Research Station. He had to get to medical wing G, room 96. He had to make sure she was going to make it. Every second he doubted himself, or hesitated, would be a second ticked off on her lifespan.
After climbing out of the car and locking it up, he shoved both of his hands into his jacket pockets, thankfully being able to stop and change into something more than swimming trunks and a black shirt. The jacket sleeves rode up just enough for the white bandages on his wrists to show, a reminder to him now to do background checks on every single woman he comes in contact with, to ensure they're not mentally insane, a terrorist, or a criminal. Apparently being a hero attracts the strange ones...
"Austin!" Someone shouted from nearby, though he continued forwards for a couple of more steps before sighing heavily and turning around, his cold eyes resting on the woman who approached him. "I brought you your ticket." The woman stated as she stopped in front of him, holding out her hand to reveal a single ticket to the orbital station
"Thanks, Carla." Austin replied, reaching out with his hand and snatching the ticket from her before shoving it back into his jacket pocket. Clearly showing he wasn't in the mood to deal with anything. Driving that point further by turning around and continuing his way towards the shuttle bay.
"Send me a message when she's out of surgery!" The woman shouted, though it had blended in with the rest of the commotion going on around the space port as he disappeared into a large crowd, and ultimately boarding a shuttle that would ferry him to the Cambridge Research Station.
As he entered the shuttle, he glanced around looking for an empty seat, his eyes resting on a seat next to a man that looked to be a few years younger than himself, and was rather rounded. In an orderly fashion he made his way through and took a seat next to the man, who looked up and smiled lightly at him.
Austin had returned the smile half-way before actually buckling himself in and ignoring the introduction given by the gentleman he was stuck with. Thankfully, it wasn't a long flight to the research station, as it was literally the first stop after leaving the planet.
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