Nomad - The Imperfect Commander

Dark Days Ahead

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Nomad would've been back in the meadow field with his mother. While he was in there dealing with that, in the real world, things weren't going so great.

The Imposters had been keeping the outpost special forces group pinned, and now, with more Imposters spotted by Eunhwa, the firefight was just about to heat up for everyone.

"So uh, what am I doing back here? Did I die again like last time?" Nomad asked

His mother would simply shake her head. "You aren't dead, just sleeping. You took quite the hit, and that suit you have on is keeping you from waking up."

Nomad would look at the suit he was wearing.

"Huh, I guess this suit had some sort of stasis feature if there a lethal blow sustained." He theorized

"Regardless, it's wonderful to have you back here. Why don't we head home and catch up?" His mother offered.

Nomad would nod his head, and in a blink of an eye, they were now in their old home.

Nomads mother would walk to the living room and sat down in her usual chair, while Nomad himself would sit over at the couch.

"So my child. What has happened since our last conversation?" She asked

"Well, quite a lot has happened since then. Where to start, where to start" Nomad said as he'd start to think.

The thoughts going on inside of Nomads' head would be plentiful. However, his concentration would be broken by a sudden rumble of thunder outside of their home.

"Sounds like that storm your in has picked up." His mother said as she'd get up and walked to the kitchen, which was right next to the living room.

"Your usual hot chocolate, my child?" She offered

Nomad would look out the window for a bit longer before he responded.

"Yeah, I could use one about now."

"There seems to be something that's on your mind right now. Something looming, maybe?" She guessed

"You could say that" Nomad said as a much louder rumble of thunder came over the house.

"I don't remember this happening last time I was here. Why is the weather being affected now?" He asked.

His mother would hand him a cup and sipped on hers as she looked at him.

"I think you know the answer to thay question already, my child" she simply said.

With a much softer thunder strike happening in the distance, it would come to Nomad.

"Because the other times I was sleeping or inside. Right?" He assumed

She would smile and nodded her head slightly.

"Correct. There was one time that it snowed here while you were visiting. But that memory seemed to have been forgotten, not that I blame you. It did happen in 1944, after all."

"Really? I guess that memory did slip from me. But at the same time, a lot of memories have been lost to time. Both good and bad." Nomad would fall silent as he'd realize some memories he can't recall, mostly due to his age and events that had happened in his life.

"It's alright, my child, these things happen. I bet even your brothers have forgotten some precious memories themselves. Even I have lost some memories as well. Even though I passed long ago." She reassured Nomad.