Board Thread:Archive/@comment-24866242-20140520223420

Subject: Void and Stars. Date: Mon, Sep 8, 1997 1:01 AM From: MatterCat

He wanted to scream at the stars..

There was little he could do however. The hard casing of his helmet barred his voice from the void of space. So he stood there, standing near the monstrous form of one of the main fold thrusters looking out into the distance between him and those points of light.

He wanted so much to try and jump the distance, regardless of the futility of it all. He even toyed with the idea for awhile, going as far as turning off his mag-boots, and letting himself drift next to the massive ship, daring himself to give one good push against the hull.

In the final moment, he couldn't bring himself to do it. He couldn't bring himself to leave his friends, … desert them. It meant a lot that he prove he could be trusted this time, more than his desire for the peace of oblivion. Katrylle, and Ryax.

They meant well, he knew. They joked with him about his lack of finding a girlfriend. They chided that he was missing out on a good thing, companionship. They unknowingly rubbed his nose in it every chance they got. What was he to do? They had the best of intentions, trying to cheer him up with a bit of lighthearted kidding. Hell, works in mysterious ways.

It was difficult hiding his feelings from Kat. Her telepathic powers had grown quite powerful since she had discovered them. His mental barriers only held out her casual probing, but for her more intense searches, he had had to blank his mind entirely, becoming effectively nonexistent in a mental sense.

After he had met the two of them in their room, He had watched their married antics with joy. For all his brooding, he was grateful that his friends had found such happiness in their relationship. In the end, however, it became too much. It was all he could do to stay long enough to ask about the current mission going on to find their elusive lost friend Ben, before he made a quick retreat to the peace of the outside.

So, here he stood, mag-boots reactivated, his feet now a mere few inches from the thrust port of the main drive, a few feet from the incalculable radiation pouring forth from them. Yet between him and the drive where a scant few inches of void, enough to separate him from utter destruction. How symbolic, he thought, of his existence. 