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Hadrian: :: hissing :: Remember, David Cody. Remember Ixvapyans. | Hadrian: :: hissing :: Remember, David Cody. Remember Ixvapyans. | ||
War tore through jungles and met the screams of newborn babies. Liquid laser scorched the skies and shot down streaking ships struggling to escape planets. David watched, frozen and unable to sound, as scores of black skinned Ixvapyans fell to a screaming death into the land and oceans. He watched the space surrounding the seven systems rip apart under the onslaught of ships he both recognized and had never seen before. | War tore through jungles and met the screams of newborn babies. Liquid laser scorched the skies and shot down streaking ships struggling to escape planets. David watched, frozen and unable to sound, as scores of black skinned Ixvapyans fell to a screaming death into the land and oceans. He watched the space surrounding the seven systems rip apart under the onslaught of ships he both recognized and had never seen before. | ||
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The chanting had stopped. David blinked into Hadrian's eyes. The Ixvapyan's hand still cupped his cheek. Removing it, David laid the Caed Ixvapyan to rest and closed the Warlord's eyes as he stood. The tears still burned his cheeks. He had never killed until now. Death was never a solution. Hadrian died locked to his fundamental beliefs of what his culture thrived on. | The chanting had stopped. David blinked into Hadrian's eyes. The Ixvapyan's hand still cupped his cheek. Removing it, David laid the Caed Ixvapyan to rest and closed the Warlord's eyes as he stood. The tears still burned his cheeks. He had never killed until now. Death was never a solution. Hadrian died locked to his fundamental beliefs of what his culture thrived on. | ||
David turned to face the living Ixvapyans... who lay felled, dead on the floor. Instead, a single green beam of light for an eye met David in the form of Odyssey Station's robotic movers. A shimmering occurred as a holographic Greeter materialized, offering a forlorn sadness to the death littering the floor. | |||
Greeter: You came and did what must be done. The Wayfarer's Code is restored. | Greeter: You came and did what must be done. The Wayfarer's Code is restored. | ||
Heaving, David let the dagger and knife fall as he hid his crying. Crying... he didn't remember the last time he had cried so hard. Falling on his knees, all he could do was let the torrent of emotion seize him and raze through, leaving spams until he was done. Looking up, the Greeter was done as was the robot. Searching around, David finally picked up the scythemii dagger again and stood. | |||
After a moment, he crossed over to pick up one of Hadrian's. An Ixvapyan did not fight with just one scythemii dagger. An Ixvapyan always fought with two scythemii. | |||
Retrieving his shirt, David activated his communicator. | |||
Cody: =^= This is Cody to Independence. What's the status of the Phoenix? | Cody: =^= This is Cody to Independence. What's the status of the Phoenix? | ||
Mar: =/\= Looks like the ship's under control. Self-destruct's turned off and it | Mar: =/\= Looks like the ship's under control. Self-destruct's turned off and it appears the away teams are in good order. Good work, Commanders. | ||
appears the away teams are in good order. Good work, Commanders. | |||
Cody: Then tell Commander Rogers to get everything in order. It's time to go home. | Cody: Then tell Commander Rogers to get everything in order. It's time to go home. | ||
Mar: =/\= Agreed. Secure the ship and meet me in my ready room in 15 minutes for | Mar: =/\= Agreed. Secure the ship and meet me in my ready room in 15 minutes for a debriefing, Commander Cody. | ||
a debriefing, Commander Cody. | |||