Remnants of a Daydream

[axisdeus]

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EPISODE ONE

Scene 9 - „Descensus in cuniculi cavum”

I’ve been considering words that start with the letter M.
Moron. Mutiny. Murder. Mmm-malice.

Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months; invariably time passed and all that he had to show for were a piece of info from SCRA's Premiership Office, a surreal account of events delivered with implacable coldness by the Premier himself, about Thabit "being left to rot in the depths of the Wall of Seth" at the hands of the new ownership of the Commissariat, and a counter-inquiry by a damn Lieutenant playing the Secretary in the Overwatch HQ about rank and service number.....rank and service number.... "Rank and bloody service number?!?..." he burst in a thundering tone. Talfryn started to go back and forth in his cabin, measuring with his eyes the distance to the wall facing him every time, all the while muttering half-spoken words, each step more precise, more mechanical, almost absent of intention, like the automatons he read about in old novels.

The clean humming resonating in each metal strut on the ship generated a mantra-like bi-tonal white noise, a sign of good health as the Chief Engineer would jokingly say to everyone with every occasion possible. Good health, obtained so painstakingly hard after months upon months of scraping for resources and materials, scavenging the debris fields and sending search parties in all directions to get any form of help there was. The repair works done at Skye Base proven to be of very good quality, months after, the ship was ready and able to hold her own again. Gaians' support was invaluable, to say the least. Good health...

...bad health, as the ship's medic was ever more worried by Talfryn's state of mind. The weathered captain reached over the desk only to grab a small container with one of those labels inscribed with an indecipherable prescription. Took out a couple of pills and tossed them into his mouth. Talfryn made his way to the recliner situated in a corner, overlooking the porthole, sat in it and push his head backwards. A few moments passed, he looked more peaceful now, less tense, the frown on his face disappeared "We'll leave Bretonia right away...indeed, ....this is a must....yes,...Sir!..." A low pitch guttural rattling started mixing with the clean resonating mantra in the room...

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