Lotus Blossom

Junior swerved his poco in and out of piloting altitude. His communications had glitched out, and his headset sparked, nipping his ear with the spark from the short circuit as it was most likely broken. He was off-communication for now. Red alert signs were flashing on the control board, and alarm began to go off, wailing around his ears with desperate screeches. From his radar Junior could watch as the SOS signals were radiated outwards, reaching any ship within proximity. He frantically tried to handle the situation, though only with half a mind. Aria. I need to get into contact with Aria. I need her to hear me. I need her to... But he cut himself off. He didn't need help. From anyone. He had trained for ten years. Ten years. Of pain. Of torture. Junior's own scars could prove it. Even his hand could. His ship was spiraling and Junior was struggling to get in under control. He just needed to fly it. Fly it away from here. Far, far, far- So far, no one could find him. Everyone could find him. High, high high- So high, no one could see him. Everyone was watching him. I just want time to end. I just want the world to pause. All I want is a moment. A second. To myself. To my writing. To my mind. All I want is silence. Deafening silence. For a hesitation. A singular note. The feeling after breathing in the breath of respite and pausing before the exhale. The feeling after the heavy rainfall, simply damp as the grass is lightly brushed with water droplets. The feeling after closing your eyes, tuning the world out, and finding the perfect line for a poem. The perfect words. To express yourself. Knowing no one will hear them. But your own mind. This is what I want. But the face haunted him. The face of his mother. The twisted, cruel face of his mother. So different from the weak, vulnerable screams from his mother all those years ago. His mother, struggling, grasping, gripping, hissing as he raised the weapon. No, that mother was gone. Wasn't she? Then who was this? This creature? This monster? Who, if not his mother? What he would give if only he could confront his mother again. What he would give if only he could pull the trigger. And finally be free. @Ookla the Yellow Sock @Ookla the Believer

YAY. i'm so excited.

ooh whats the time period?

sorry!! i haven't kept up with this- hectic week are we gonna fill out any sort of character sheet?

TELL ME pm?

wait i want to join how do i join?

Junior froze. After having light-lanced the delver, he fumbled with the controls, the air gone from his lungs. He dived down, swerving his poco away from the battle airspace in uncontrollable retreat. No. It couldn't be. She was dead. He killed her. She was dead. She had been dead. When he shot her, the blood ran thick. He watched her last, staggered breath. She watched here struggling limbs fall limp. It couldn't be... She should've been dead. But then again, who was this, in front of him now? Junior felt tears form in his eyes. "Mother?"

Junior watched as her ship approached the delver and his ship zoomed past it. He suddenly turned the ship in jerky motion back, facing towards the delver from behind. In a few seconds, Aria's ship would be just far enough from the delver so that he could target it and shoot it down. It would be a risk... he could hit Arias ship if he wasn't careful. "You have seven seconds to get out of my way and past the delver," He muttered through gritted teeth.

"I need you..." Junior raised his eyebrows as he was calculating how this plan could work, "I need you to fly in front of the delver. Cross horizontally by it."

Junior swerved his ship away from the incoming delver, fidgeting restlessly with the command board. "Red alert," he muttered through his headset to Aria, "I need a favor." He maneuvered his ship into a tight loop and reverse backpedal followed by a quick Minimal-Atmosphere Turn rushing into a banking roll as he turned on some emergency systems just in case events turned out... worse than planned for. @SymphonianBookworm

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