ICONS (Final Draft Coming Soon)

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2099/10/13
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Chase Verally sat on the cold tiled floor of his magnificently dreadful cell. How he came to be here was quite a mystery to him. He leaned casually on the white wall with his index and middle finger pinned to his temples as he tried to recall the events of the past.

"I taught Lel how to fire a plasma gun..." He paused to think as he tried to recall what followed after.

His memory was fuzzy and his head hurt like hell.

"Fuck," He cursed as his memory of the events of the train became more and more unclear to him. "Fu-uck!" he cursed once more as he hit his throbbing head. It was a desperate and painful attempt to try remember but that didn't stop him.

He banged his head over and over against the white wall. The camera located on the far side of the cell didn't miss a split second of Chase's prone tantrums, the Tier Rangers on the other side of the fiber glass made a game of counting the number of times he threw one.

The wall was now tainted in red and if you where so naive you'd think the wall was truly bleeding. The smell of stupidity and iron was in the air, events needed to be told and the place to hear them seemed to be in Chase's big concussed head.

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2099/10/13
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09:40 am

Patricia Konn
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Derek inhaled the stuffy air that surrounds us. I can hear every single breath he takes in and every breath he takes out, they aren't quick jabs - more like crashing cymbals, loud with long trails of noise, probably as a result of him being so damn stressed.

He exhales.

He's not the only one, we're all stressed and not to mention damn scared. The bombing of Mako Manor has to be the biggest attack the rebels have ever executed and on top of that our children - are missing.

He inhales.

Right now it's just Derek and I waiting for the rest of the council which consists of Abigail Wojiack, Peter Gordon, Kalei Smith, Raymay Mako, and the two newly voted members, Izik Reglin and Suli Mahlangu. 

"Everyone should be here by now damnit!" Derek says frustrated.

I glance at him my face void of emotion. Our eyes meet and Derek's distressed eyes pour into mine begging me to utter something, anything.

"They'll be here." Is all I can come up with. Our eyes detach and I stare into nothingness.

He scoffs.

"I'm tired of this," he then begins rambling on about how he can't catch a break and how it's always problem after problem. I take this as my cue to ignore him as I stare into nothingness pretending to care about Derek's problems

 I've never been the comforting type and that's probably what got Ivan, Abigail's husband, killed, me not caring. 

My mind starts replaying that horrific day - the day the Nato Expedition turned into a bloody slaughtering. 

2071/04/25
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Time Unknown

My chest aches as I run through the forest of Helia Nex'athur and even though my legs feel like jelly I know if I stop I'm dead so I keep running, I keep pushing eveb though the pain from the gashes on my arms and torso are begging me to stop and treat them but there's no time I need to get to the ship and get out off this war-ridden planet.