Not MY Choice
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11.09.2012 , 09:03 AM |
Veshok Terrace Apartments – Justicar Territory
Pain. Bitterness. Drunken rages. This is what filled her life. Her misery drove her, ruled her,consumed her days,devoured her nights. Kept her from thinking, feeling. So why did she let her get herself talked into taking in this sullen suspicious preteen. Pale blue eyes stared at her through a tangle of platinum hair. Her moment of altruism was over. She opened up a fresh bottle and dove in.
When she woke,she was surprised to find instead of the usual puddle of vomit,she had a pillow tucked under her head and a light blanket over her. There was even a glass of water nearby. She sat up and drank the water. Carefully she stood up and staggered to the refresher. Feeling halfway normal, she swallowed a couple of pain pills. Hearing some noise from the other room she vaguely remembered she was not alone.
She found the girl sitting at the table with several of her blasters laid out on the table.
“Hey!! Those ain’t toys. Quit messing with them”
“I know that” she calmly replied “its a SoroSuub SSK heavy blaster and this one is a DL-2 Modified Blaster. This one,” she pointed to the one in pieces on the table,” is a Snub-Nose Combat Blaster. The one against the wall there, a D-400 Nova Carbine,shall I continue?”
“Impressive. What was your name again kid?”
“Cielle. The Captain called you Rafi?”
“The name is Rafaelle,but Rafi is okay. So where did you learn your stuff?”
A sad look crossed Cielle's face. “from my dad”
Rafi tried to remember what Therguin told her about the kid but all she could vaguely remember was something about someone being blown up, and maybe something military. She decided maybe she just needed a drink. She wandered into the kitchen for some booze.
Cielle was glad that she wasn't going to be forced to “talk about her feelings” as some of the folks at the med center tried to make her do. She went back to cleaning the combat blaster. Most of them looked like they hadn't had any maintenance in ages and it comforted her to work on them.
Time went by and it was pretty much the same story. Neither wanted to talk so the routine suited them fine. Eventually Rafi started sitting at the table with Cielle as she worked on each weapon. When the girl ran into ones she was not as familiar with, Rafi showed her how they worked. She seldom had to be shown twice. Unconsciously Rafi put off resuming her drinking a bit later each day.
“Want to go shoot some of these?” Rafi asked Cielle one morning, out of the blue. The smile that lit up Cielle's face was like the sunshine after a dark storm.
*Rissa (60 Sorc) * Cielle (55 Merc)* Irrissa (55 Op) Ko'neko (55 Mara)
*Minalde (60 Sage)* Aubrei (60 Scound)* Cleindori (55 Sent) Rosaleen (55 Com)
Stories from the Darkangel Legacy