The Reap

[Fat.Igor]

Docking Bay 6, Safe Haven


The walk was long. His feet are already tired for he did not rest them at all last night, his mind even more so. After confronting the long, lonely corridor, he finally reaches the docking bay. He hopes to find company, someone who will notice him. Someone who will notice that he is sinking, someone who will notice that life itself is choking him.

The thick bay doors open. He makes a step forward into the bay and looks around. There are some technicians working on the docked ships. Repairing the wings, checking the weaponry systems, unloading the cargo. They are walking past him without even noticing him. Their pace is quickened, for they are on a tight schedule. They have no time, and he, he has too much of it. He sees them but as souls. Souls that are running around working, doing everything that needs to be done to survive. Unlike him, they do not seem weary, despite their work. The workers and him, they are the same in flesh, yet so different.

He then looks for his ship. From the far right of the giant bay, he hears an echo. The metal walls and the general mild emptiness of the bay make sure the echo travels far, to him and into his ears. He would recognize this sound anywhere. Even in the darkest of places and the grimmest of times, this sound would always wake him from his darkness, even if just for a bit. His 'Lich' fighter is being given the final touches and the technicians are just making final checks to the ignition.

Slowly, he walks over to them. As he is getting closer, the technicians do not notice him yet. As he comes up behind one of them, he stands still and waits. Finally, the technician feels a presence near him. He turns around and notices this hooded man standing behind him. His colleagues stop for a second as well, and turn their attention to him.

"Can we help you?" the first technician asks him. As he looks at the technician from under his hood, he silently says, "I am Lutero Razo and that ship you are working on is my own." As the technicians hear those words, they stand silent for a while. Perhaps it was fear, perhaps shock, or perhaps it was just the fact that they knew Lutero isnt known for his social skills, at least not when he didnt want to.

As he was not getting an answer from them, Lutero decides to break their silence with another question, "Is my Lich ready?". The technicians then finally snap out of it and start moving again. One of them, the one he started addressing first, answers him, "Y-yes, its ready. You can take it out whenever you're ready, Reaper." Lutero nods as a sign of gratitude and starts getting into his ship.

As he sits into his cockpit, the Universe stops. His mind quiets down. The thoughts that torment him disappear. His conscience stops questioning his actions and motives from the past. Everything is silent again. The sea of darkness in which he is drowning stops pulling him down. He can still not surface, but now he is not sinking further. Even if for a second, he is at peace.

He starts moving his ship towards the outer bay doors. The giant thick metal doors start to open and the first ray of light that comes through them flashes upon his eyes. He looks far ahead, his eyes gazing upon Cayman. It is beautiful. He increases the thruster to their maximum and the sound of power penetrates his ears. He flies out and thinks to himself "Here we go again."

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