Making Up For A Broken Promise

Making Up For A Broken Promise

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Mel gazed calmly at the girl, her poker-face never failing to mask her emotion and perfecting her special brand of smart-assery. "Soo... You're not here to make me feel like trash?" To this, the girl snorted. It wasn't an offensive snort, meant to torment her, to break her down -- No, it was a laugh-type thing of legitimate happiness, the laugh of someone she knew, someone she wanted to remember.. But couldn't. Blue streaks in her hair, dirty blonde, faint Swedish accent... Who WAS she? It was someone Mel knew, but she just couldn't remember. Judging that she came randomly on a plane, with only the name 'Sofi' to prove she was an actual, sentient being, Mel couldn't seem to remember the promise she initiated 5 years ago. [Real-Life Characters, Real-life Back-stories, Story that (partially) never happened]
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I wasn't special, I wasn't a marine or a scientist sent here from earth to study Pandora, I was a behaviorist-some say behaviorists are scientists too; but the brain isn't made up of mathematics and hope, it's like the roots of trees. Forever speaking but unheard. I study people's brains and their behavior. I don't look at it with hope and faith. I'm nothing special, not really. When I was accepted to help with Project Pandora, I was exhilarated. This was my big break, something to get me out there. I never expected for it to spiral into my life unprofessionally-become personal, emotional. That I would have to fight in a war between man and alien, choose between my own people and a clan of beings that accepted me-welcomed me, trained and made me one of them. This wasn't supposed to become personal, but it did.

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