Breaking the Spirit

[Heresy]

The armed forces had formed an atmospheric bubble outside, nullifying the radiation, heat and toxic air. As the group inside the charred building slowly filed out into the bubble, those looking around could see the full extent of the devastation. As far as the eye could see, the black remnants of the surface were visible. Trees were felled, pointing away from the epicentre of the blast. Buildings were reduced to rubble and dust, and the exterior of the police station had been vapourised. Only the bomb shelter that was the level 10 section of the station survived.

This made some feel lucky to be alive, and Tim was one of them. It made others feel utterly downcast, rating the chances of their familys survival at close to nil. They still hoped, but Tim knew that it would only end with sadness and a bitter hatred for the culprits of the attack. Quite right too, it was only natural.

His thoughts snapped back from the others, and he contemplated his next move. It was obvious that very little had survived the blast. Even his customised Eagle wouldnt have survived, let alone the house around it.

He brought the silver model of the Eagle out of his pocket, twiddled it in his hand, and began to think. Tim had enough money put away to easily be able to purchase a new top-tier fighter and outfit it for serious combat, but not quite enough for a permanent residence.

Hmm... what do I need a house for anyway? He wondered out loud.

He decided that he would live in his ship for a few months while he did jobs. Of course, that would require a ship to own.

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