Some things make sense as soon as I find them... somethings make sense after a while... somethings...
Flora and I flew through the Omicrons, my companion kindly taking me on a tour of the outer-worlds. We flew through Omicron Delta to Omicron Lost. The colours of the nebula, the pink hue of the planet and the wreckage nearby; it all summed up to a beautiful scene. We were tailed by two mechanical beings, AI, who quizzed us on our actions. They are not a very talkative bunch, yet there attitude and inquisitiveness amuse me. I hope to meet some of that kind again.
After, we made our way to Omicron Minor. I was not prepared for what I saw. Toledo, burning, devastated, ravaged... words fail me in describing the awe such destruction struck. I was mortified. If such brutality could occur to this planet, what is to stop it from happening to Spraque... to Harris... to Gaia?! Fifteen minutes of staring, lost in horror, before my consciousness returned to my cockpit. Flora, attempting to hail me on comms, seemed to understand. It all felt like a different world, a different reality.
Only one thought now pierced through my mind, with a clarity and focus I had not until now experienced. It MUST NOT happen again. It cannot happen again. It will not happen again. Not to Gaia, not to anywhere. The parasitical nature of sentient species must be brought to balance; but until then, it falls down to us Watchers. To act in intervention, to act as Sentinels.
I... I feel an anger and passion so furious and righteous... I do not know... how to handle it...
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