Reaper 1:Give us a reason not to, you look ready for your time. *pulls out a holstered gun*
*The man's eyes widen*
Whoa. Let me.. *cough* explain myself, please.
Reaper 1:*cocks gun* Make it quick.
*He takes a deep, unsteady breath*
My name's Marcus Vega.
My father, a tactics instructor at an Armed Forces academy, raised me in a classical home on New London. Since the day I remember him, he taught me to be everything a parent wanted their kid to be; polite, intelligent, humble, respected. He loved me, and I loved him. He encouraged me to get the best education I could, he wanted me to someday be able to own everything I wanted. That was my goal at the time.
My mother? Dead.
A factory accident led her to plummet four stories to her death when I was just 14. The company gave us a large reparation for our loss, but no amount of money could bring her life back. I had been a top scholar already in college at the time... but she had a great influence on me. I couldn't look at any woman.... and not cry, as every female reminded me of her. I dropped out of college soon after, and practically lived in solitude for years.
My father had been devastated by the whole incident... he was never the same person after. Every time he looked at me.... he cried. I guess he saw a part of her in me... but I couldn't see it. I never did.
More years went by.
And then when I thought things couldn't get any worse... they did.
My father was next in line for the Kusair-Bretonia War drafting. I don't even remember him saying "goodbye" to me. He left me with the house, his vehicles, everything he owned.... I knew what he was thinking.
I just wasn't enough to keep him alive.
He was one of the first to die. But he wasn't a coward either. He took out an entire squad before delivering the sacrificial blow that punctured the main components of a battleship.
He is.... was a great man.
*His voice becomes unsteady, fragile*
My family's gone. My mom, my dad, both lost. If I could just hold them in my arms, talk to them, look at them....
*A long pause is taken, a silent volume of crying can be heard, but barely. A long pause is taken again*
My life... soon took a turn for the worst. I stole an armed vehicle as an act of revenge against the damned Kusarians. I flew to space, being chased by police units, jumped a few times, and approached the nearest combat zone. There they were; those bloody Kusarians fighting my kind. I went in, guns blazing.... I didn't know what I was getting myself into.... I had piloting experience, but I never took combat training. Very surprisingly.... I took out a few, and then more.... but the police and forces wasn't aware of what I was doing, and assumed that I had been violating combat territory and posed as a threat to them.
They began firing on me.
I couldn't fight back... I just couldn't. So I fled. Somehow I lost them, but I lost myself at the same time. I didn't know where the hell I was, the system had been uncharted on this ship. I flew to where my gut told me to. Eventually I hit a place where the sun was green, and the space was open. No jump gates. Only a few planets in the distance.
Just as I was dazed and lost in thought, approached Corsairs.
Of course.
I heard about them back on New London... Cannibals.
A transmission was sent from their ships to mine, I accepted it, scared that if I didn't, I'd be killed in a snap.
But, they sounded nice and hospitable.. maybe all the things I heard about them were wrong. They offered me security and home on their planet if I came onto one of their vessels. So I did so, but once the boarding bay door had opened, they were armed, and took me by force, and knocked me unconscious. But in the background, I could hear them making jokes about how they'd prepare me for dinner.
Heh. Perfect.
And then, just as I came to, I felt an excessive amount of movement. I couldn't comprehend wasn't going on... now that I think of it, all those screams and shouts were for a reason. Then a thunderous crack sounded, and I was knocked out-cold once again.
Look, I can't thank you enough for saving my life.
Reaper 1:...I'm sorry for your losses.
*Marcus remains silent*
Reaper 2:*looks at Reaper 1* You can holster your gun. *turns to Marcus* Look. I guess Fate wouldn't have brought you in front of us only to take you away. But then again, Fate has it's ways of working for us.
*Marcus gets off the floor*
Please. Give me a chance. I know I didn't come all this way for nothing, my life just cannot get any worse than this.... give me a reason to live.
Reaper 1:*chuckles*Well. Sounds to me like this one isn't something for us to decide. Let's take him to our commander, shall we?
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