Post by Kholbi on Nov 16, 2016 15:51:02 GMT
So that down there was home.
Over the past few weeks in her ramshackle spacepod, Kholbi had enjoyed plenty of time to think on that concept. Home.
The planet filling the viewing port was unlike anything she'd ever seen before. She hadn't had the opportunity to even look back at Zwalz as she'd left it; the pod's propulsion and steering were so limited that had she tried, she'd have sent herself careening off into the depths of space. Kholbi had said all her goodbyes when she was still on the surface, but it hurt that she couldn't bid the planet a proper farewell. For all she'd known back then, that might have been the last moments of her life before the jury-rigged pod exploded.
It hadn't been. Now, here she was on the last leg of what was to be a one way trip. Had to be a one way trip.
Kholbi couldn't muster up the slightest sense of wonder about the planet beneath her. She didn't even remember what it was called. Had her parents even told her, before blasting her off into the unknown stars of the galaxy?
Kholbi couldn't say. The spacepod hadn't precisely come with an instruction manual, nor any message from the 'family' she had never met.
She'd probably devoted more thought to her parents during this journey than in her entire life up until this point. Back on Zwalz, it had never really felt that important. Either she'd been focused on her day to day survival, or else, as she grew older, her training and progression within her school. More recently, trying to get the pod back into repair, and the threat hanging overhead of what could happen if Kholbi failed to 'report in'. What kind of people were they? What had driven them to make the choice to send her away? There had to be reasons, and yet Kholbi found herself with nothing but more questions. The last time they'd seen her, she was still a child, practically still a toddler.
So no, she supposed that even if they were her parents once upon a time, they didn't really count any more.
And the signal from the destroyed pod, the sinister radio message about expecting Kholbi to return. From the Saiyan Solar Empire. What were they? An entire planet- an entire empire of people just the same as Kholbi had been as a child? The concept was terrifying. She still remembered - vividly, what she'd done when she was younger, the things that Olim had made her face up to. If they were just as violent and selfish then-
No, they couldn't be. Kholbi was the exception. At worst they had to be warriors, and that was the real likelihood. Warriors and conquerors, not ... savage killers.
The planet awaited below.
Kholbi closed her eyes and swallowed down the lump in her throat.
Then hit the single control lever her pod had and began her descent for the surface.
Over the past few weeks in her ramshackle spacepod, Kholbi had enjoyed plenty of time to think on that concept. Home.
The planet filling the viewing port was unlike anything she'd ever seen before. She hadn't had the opportunity to even look back at Zwalz as she'd left it; the pod's propulsion and steering were so limited that had she tried, she'd have sent herself careening off into the depths of space. Kholbi had said all her goodbyes when she was still on the surface, but it hurt that she couldn't bid the planet a proper farewell. For all she'd known back then, that might have been the last moments of her life before the jury-rigged pod exploded.
It hadn't been. Now, here she was on the last leg of what was to be a one way trip. Had to be a one way trip.
Kholbi couldn't muster up the slightest sense of wonder about the planet beneath her. She didn't even remember what it was called. Had her parents even told her, before blasting her off into the unknown stars of the galaxy?
Kholbi couldn't say. The spacepod hadn't precisely come with an instruction manual, nor any message from the 'family' she had never met.
She'd probably devoted more thought to her parents during this journey than in her entire life up until this point. Back on Zwalz, it had never really felt that important. Either she'd been focused on her day to day survival, or else, as she grew older, her training and progression within her school. More recently, trying to get the pod back into repair, and the threat hanging overhead of what could happen if Kholbi failed to 'report in'. What kind of people were they? What had driven them to make the choice to send her away? There had to be reasons, and yet Kholbi found herself with nothing but more questions. The last time they'd seen her, she was still a child, practically still a toddler.
So no, she supposed that even if they were her parents once upon a time, they didn't really count any more.
And the signal from the destroyed pod, the sinister radio message about expecting Kholbi to return. From the Saiyan Solar Empire. What were they? An entire planet- an entire empire of people just the same as Kholbi had been as a child? The concept was terrifying. She still remembered - vividly, what she'd done when she was younger, the things that Olim had made her face up to. If they were just as violent and selfish then-
No, they couldn't be. Kholbi was the exception. At worst they had to be warriors, and that was the real likelihood. Warriors and conquerors, not ... savage killers.
The planet awaited below.
Kholbi closed her eyes and swallowed down the lump in her throat.
Then hit the single control lever her pod had and began her descent for the surface.