It's Difficult To Remember...

[Laz]

A new day dawned on Leere. He awoke from his rough and short slumber to the same grey ceiling of the cargo hold. The cargo hold was still soaked in the blood of her victims with the colours mixing together. It was a vile scene that would strike feelings of unease into most sane people. He simply disregarded it, perhaps out of denial.

His ship was dark with the only lighting being dim and not all that helpful. Many systems were offline to preserve energy seeing as his only resources at this time are obtained through the slaughter of innocents, though in his eyes there are no innocents. Before leaving the cargo hold Leere swiped a small package from one of the crates that he had recently obtained. He took it though and walked through the eerie corridors of his fighter, making his way towards the cockpit to sit down. The lighting and silence of the ship provided a unique and almost disturbing atmosphere, as that foreboding sense of the unknown always brings.


Once sat down he opened the package to reveal some small rations that realistically would be nowhere near enough for a grown man, yet there was little he could do. Leere had to make do with what he had. He sat for a while, staring into the cosmos before him, Lost really was a beautiful system. Granted it didn't take him long to chow down on this meagre portion, but at least he had a nice view while he did it. Upon finishing he looked out a little longer, gazing and lost in thought.

There was, however, something that broke his focus and attracted his attention. A tiny flickering light, just in the corner of his peripheral vision. Turning his chair to face it, he reached out to pick up the source of the flickering light, its green glow illuminating the cockpit with a dim and faded tint. The light came from his datapad, covered in dust and laid to rest; only now showing itself now thanks to the ships lack of power.

Grasping the delicate machine he brings it forth before him. He gently sweeps the dust to aside and wipes the screen, ensuring it looks exactly as it did before. Once sufficiently clear he unlocks it, it wasn't much but he once again had access to the Neural-Net. He looked over it, seeing what he had missed over the last several weeks. To his surprise the where currently a war going on in Delta, one between The Core & Zoners; little did he know this was only the first of many.

There was something else, however, something that caused him to slump into his chair. His logs... His comms. As his eyes wandered the pad's contents he sunk further and further into his chair. Each one having words that darted at his very being and humanity, or what's left of it.

The words rang through the empty shell that Leere was, echoing with each vibration. The longer he read the harder it was to continue, each comm piling on the previous. A tear or two wells in his eyes, with the two sentences that stay with him the most.

"Can we meet again, Leere? I miss you."

"You will meet me in Omicron Lost."

The words echoed through the ship as he said them over and over. Echoed.

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