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I have had a lot of great learning experiences and I have had some absolutely terrible ones. Some of these experiences made certain subjects I love now something I couldn’t stand when I was in school. It wasn’t always the teacher, but it was usually the way they chose to teach the subjects that damaged my interest in learning it further.
You may not believe this… but one of those subjects was creative writing.
To learn more about this experience and how I overcame it click on the picture below:
“I know you care and that you’re hurting but…” he took her hand, “I know you love me too.”
He held her eyes, hands trembling in hers. She knew he was hoping for her to say those words but they wouldn’t grace her tongue. She loved him, she really did… but she was afraid.
“Being with me will only bring you trouble,” she breathed. Her eyes falling to his hands that tightened at those words. “I’m not a person who can stay in one place…”
He looked over the glass vials and jars that filled her kitchen cabinets. If it wasn’t for the labels the kitchen would be like anyone else he knew. The Goblin Ears and Kitten Tongues that were stored right next to the Sriracha, though was hard to ignore. Although, from everything he had experienced and from what he had learnt from listening to her, Jaya wasn’t one to eat these things.
“I thought you fed on people,” Royce turned, catching the woman glance over her shoulder before going back to making him a cup of tea.
“I don’t feed off people… that’s barbaric. It is their inspiration that satisfies my hunger now-a-days,” she passed him the China cup. The gold trim around the lip of the cup and the delicate flower pattern was beautiful.
“Isn’t their inspiration still part of them?”
“Sure, but it isn’t something a person has to live on like blood or a heart… inspiration is more like a part they secrete like body odor.”
“Delightful…” Royce tried not to turn up his lip at that comparison but the tone of his voice eluded his control.
Jaya chuckled, settling down on the stool near the corner of the kitchen. Her head pressed against the wall as she rested her hands in her lap. He had thought she was going to make herself some tea but then again what was someone who didn’t need to eat human food do with a cut of steaming liquid?
If you haven’t read the first part of the fan fiction you can find it right
Like I always do before sharing my writing for the fan fiction, I share with you the game play that inspired it. You can watch it or skip it, the choice it up to you. I just find when you watch the game play you get a better idea of the characters I’m going to write about. Anywho, that’s all for now. Enjoy!
The air smelt stale, as I opened my eyes to find myself not where I thought I would be. The rocky landscape, the zapping echo of lightening, the humming of the monstrous mysterious machinery vibrating through the ground had all gone silent. The only sound I could hear was my heart beating in my ears and the faint whistling breath I released out my nose.
Pulling myself to my feet, I tried to find my balance. The empty space made it had to get my bearings but after a faltering step I managed to keep my balance. The black room gave me no clear details of where it began or ended. I could feel my hands and feet but couldn’t see them.
“Transfer at 68%.” That was SAM‘s voice. The computerized harmonics of his voice were distinct enough to recognize, but the volume was almost a whisper.
“SAM, where am I?” I waited for the AI to answer but after a long silent minute I knew he wouldn’t reply. Maybe he couldn’t hear me? Maybe my implant wasn’t working or communications were lost again? “SAM?”
“Transfer at 73%.”
What transfer? Was I being transferred somewhere? Was I locked in some kind of chamber for quarantine? Sure, that last idea was possible with the dangers we came across on the surface. Still, I thought I would remember how I got to this room or what was going on.
I walked towards SAM’s voice, at least I assumed that was the direction SAM’s voice was coming from. The closer I walked the louder his voice became, but before I could call out again I was blinded by a white light. I stepped back, lifting my arms to guard my eyes.
“Sara.” That was dad’s voice.
Unshielding my eyes, I could see we were back on the platform standing before the inner chamber of the tower we had been searching. The humming of the electronics were almost deafening outside, but the moment we stepped into the large chamber everything became muted. There in the center of the room was the large triangular control board, or so we assumed. I felt a pat on my arm, watching my dad walk towards the control board with a smile plastered across his face. Without hesitation I followed on his heels.
“These are the moments that make it all worth while.” He didn’t say it but I heard the words like a memory whispering in the back of my mind. I remembered this room and remembered how dad was able to connect with the control board. He had fixed the weather; stopping the lightening to allow for our shuttle to get off planet.
My stomach turned when a bolting memory shot through my mind. A wave of energy had thrown us out of the room. I had fallen off the platform and landed somewhere below. My throat burned and as I forced myself to swallow I could remember the panic of being unable to breathe.
“Dad, don’t! Something bad is going to happen if you touch that.” I hurried to take his hand, hoping to stop him from reactivating the console. He lifted my hand to the console, before taking a step back. The console hummed louder, as I turned to look back over my shoulder to see my dad was no longer there. Again I was alone.
“Make me proud.” His voice whispered, feeling a pain in my chest like a knife stabbing through my rib cage. There was a high pitch buzzing in my ears as I gripped my head with my hands.
“What’s going on!?” I scream, crumpling to the ground in pain from the buzzing in my head.
“Transfer complete, please stand by.”
“When people look back on this – and they will – they’ll remember we didn’t give up. We kept dreaming. That our first, few faltering steps in Andromeda were the beginning of everything they know.”
Dad’s words echoed in my head like a corrupted data file. The overwhelming feeling of needing to succeed rested on our backs. 20,000 lives depended on us to find them a new home. As amazing as that felt… the pressure was high now that we were stuck in a place we knew little about.
The shuttle shuddered in the turbulence of the strange energy cloud that snaked its way across the Heleus Cluster, reaching out towards the world we were supposed to call home. As I looked out the window towards the Ark Hyperion tangled in the branches of the cloud I couldn’t help but feel a wave of dread for what was to come.
This wasn’t how things were supposed to go down. The plan was to sleep for 600 years and wake up in a new galaxy where we wouldn’t have these problems. We were supposed to wake up to new Golden Worlds to turn into the new homes of the Milky Way species and create a diplomatic order around peace and new discovery.
Those plans were now bust. Nothing we had planned was working out so far.
Shaking my head, I tried to rid myself of the fogginess I felt from the lingering drugs in my system. Being in stasis for 600 years has its side effects, but being ordered to take part in a mission run by your dad after just waking up from said 600 year nap is another thing.
Tough love? Some would call it that, but it was more trying to live up to the Ryder name. My father back in the Milky Way had been an N7 – a respected soldier of the Alliance – until his dishonorable discharge. Somehow he had been given the chance to become the Human Pathfinder to the Initiative. His mission now, to find a new home, and as his daughter that was big shoes to fill.
With a deep breath, I looked out the window again towards the snaking energy anomaly. We wouldn’t have even considered touching down on Habitat 7 if our Ark wasn’t stuck in that mess. We were supposed to go to the Nexus, meeting ground for all the Arks travelling to the Andromeda Galaxy. Another thing that didn’t work out.
Captain Dunn, the one responsible for getting our Ark to safety, wasn’t able to contact the Nexus and so now we were heading to explore a home that by first glance looked like a death trap. I signed up for adventure, so I guess I got exactly what I was looking for.
“How’s your brother doing?” Fisher’s voice buzzed away in the earpiece of my helmet. I glanced over my shoulder to see him sitting behind the pilot’s seat.
Fisher had been one of the Pathfinder Team members I had gotten to meet back in the Milky Way. He was friends with my twin brother, Scott. They met on some mission or at some conference while watching over one of the Relays. He was a good shot but shit at poker – or so I was told.
“Lexi says he’s stable – she has to put him in a coma until his brain starts working right… or something like that.” I tried to explain, unsure if what I was saying was even making any sense.
Waking from stasis is like waking up after a long, hard night of drinking. Your body feels heavy, breathing makes you want to vomit, and every sound is louder than it actually is. Pair that with people poking you and asking you questions it isn’t easy to think straight, yet along form coherent sentences. After two cups of coffee I still felt like shit, but according to the doctors and my SAM implant I was normal. Normal, of course, was great until our ship marooned on the anomaly knocking out gravity in the cryo bay and causing my brother’s stasis pod to malfunction. Normal quickly went downhill from there.
“You know Scott – he’s stubborn as hell, I wouldn’t worry about ‘im.” Fisher gave me a thumbs up before turning back to manning the coms that kept us in contact with Shuttle One – where my dad and his second-in-command, Cora, was.
I didn’t want to tell Fisher that wasn’t I too worried about Scott. My mind was busy digesting everything it had gone through prior to stepping foot on the shuttle. I was trying to psych myself up for what was to come. My brother was safe on the Hyperion under the care of the best doctors in the Andromeda Galaxy. What worried me was the mysteries awaiting me and the rest of the Pathfinder Team on what was supposed to be ‘New Earth’.
I sat there in awe… unable to believe what I was seeing. There had been legends and tales of the God of Sun’s ship sailing the horizons at dusk but never had he come to shore. As the large vessel drew closer the beating of the horses wings echoed in harmony with the waves crashing against the shore.
When the ship reached the port the sun had set and there awaiting the arrival of the God were my people packed along the boardwalk. I stayed where I was, standing now awaiting to see this man of legend.