I suck. I know.
Happy new Year people! No matter who you are or wherever you are, I hope 2017 is going to be a year you'll miss. I hope 2017 will offer you memories that will put a smile on your face whenever you recall them for the rest of your life.
Every single person Ira knew asked her if she had a death wish when they heard that she was about to leave Hera.
Her friends wouldn't shut up about the horrific things she would have to go through on her way to earth.
About how they would have to survive on their own waste for months.
About how the gravitational pull of the barrier isolating Hera kills twenty percent of the wanderers, crushing their ribs until their own bones pierced their lungs.
About the freezing cold of the outer void when the thermostat of the ship fails. A cold that's not enough to kill, but cold enough for you to wish it would just stop your heart and be done with it. Just so the pain would go away.
The list goes on.
Ira still remembered the way her mother had sobbed for weeks before she left. She remembered the way she held onto her the entire night, praying that Ira's death might be peaceful and painless.
Ira lightly banged her forehead against the table and shook her head. It was like her mother was a absolutely certain she would never see her again. Expecting the worst, as always.
But two weeks into the void and Ira still didn't know why everyone treated the this place like a death trap. Or a torture cell. She guessed it was understandable to some degree. Parents who had never been in a jungle jim do think of it a some sort of a death trap for their kids.
But right now her biggest problem was boredom. At this point Ira could bet that she'll be a complete lunatic by the time they reach earth. She groaned as her eyes drifted to the map of Hera hanging from the walls. Her entire life she waited for a chance to leave this hell hole of a planet. But not once had she thought that she'd want to stick her own eyeballs out with a fork while doing it.
The only other living creature walking inside the ship was a military officer with an unrealistic amount of muscles and a resting bitch face. The rest were either robots or a bunch of ugly pieces of junk stuck to each other that keeps staring at her like a creep. Ira looked up from the screen to see the seven foot tall giant in front of her, pouring himself a drink. He was hurrying so much he nearly spilled all of it, just so he didn't have to be in the same room as her for too long.
Ira suppressed a laugh.
He fucking hated her.
Oh well. It's either this guy or watch boredom and loneliness drive her insane as she eats her own crap.
"Pour me a drink," Ira said, raising the empty glass on her
"They didn't tell me they were sending me as your personal servant," Ignatios snapped. He choked the moment the words left his mouth, probably realizing what he just said. "I apologize for the outburst, captain. I drank a little more than I should've."
Ira's stoic face softened. She forced an overly joyful smile onto her lips, "calm down Ignatios. I don't throw my crew out in the void for glaring at me. If that were the case these robots would gone a long time ago." Ira looked away from the three pairs of red soulless eyes staring at her from the corner. Who the hell designed these things?
The muscles on his face relaxed. "Go on. Pour me a drink and have a seat," she said, this time making it sound more like a command.
He didn't make much effort to hide the annoyance in his face as he handed her the glass and sat on the chair beside her.
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Starless Child
Adventure'Twinkle, twinkle little star How I wonder who you are.' With the birth of every child a star is born. The being's life force powers the star and it burns as long as the child's influence is present. This is the unbreakable law o...
