To Fight for a Country that Hates You... (Tigre-Family Stories: First Generation)

[Mr.Fabulous]

... M... Mila...

A small teardrop ran down the side of the Zoner's face... He had survived the jaws of a Nomad ambush, and escaped with only numerous microfractures. He suffers not from any permanent physical wounds like a broken leg or arm, nor any mental crippling from the trauma like short-term memory loss...

... Yet the person who had the most unusual, childish and naive attitude that would make any sensible man think twice whether or not she was actually mentally fit, yet which always kept his life full of unexpected turns of mood-swings and surprises of strange and laughable behavior at every corner...

... the girl who's mere presence in a room would be an omen of unluckiness, such that would signal untold misfortune and embarrassment to those around her (a sort of jinx in the basic sense), yet in which those same embarrassing fiascoes, hijinks and shenanigans would inject an existence that never grew old, never grew tedious, never grew dull, never grew boring, and always seemed to make him feel alive with the fact that the day could always grow worse, which gave him a sense of appreciation for his life;

... the woman who stood firm in her somewhat unrealistic outlook of life, in which that instead of a universe filled with nothing more than greedy politicians that ran ruthless and green-collar corporations that sought to exploit the common man's hard-earned labor, bloodthirsty-pirates, killers and terrorists whose only wishes were to see Humanity burn with a black and evil flame of hatred and disgust, and deceitful, conniving scapegoats which sought only their self-righteous hedonistic attitudes of selfish pleasures and meaningless power struggles... but on a universe where the common man DOES get to reap what he sows, where he DOES keep what he reaps, and where he DOES spread what he keeps, where the killers, pirates and criminals are simply desperate individuals who harbor shattered dreams and broken promises, and that they actually DO have a chance at justice instead of taking the law onto their own hands, where many who seem selfish and cold are only those that have lost hope in life, in themselves, in those around them, and that she would be the one to give them their hopes, dreams and goals back... an attitude which gave him a sense of humbleness and honor at her unyielding integrity and spirit...










... the person whom he cherished the most, second only to his loving parents... who had been with the Zoner through thick and thin, through up and down, through darkness and in light... who had given him a new meaning, a new energy towards life...


... the person who was no longer there...










No amount of physical handicap could ever compare to the sheer guilt of knowing that it was his fault he had lost her from his arms... It was his fault for not checking the Solardancer's cargo bay if whether or not she would decide to stow herself for the trip... It was his fault for not turning back to the Estate when he finally realized she was along for the suicidal expedition into the depths of hell... He could've prevented all of this... he could've avoided this... he thought he could've... he knew he could've...

... but no... he just HAD to be full of himself... he just HAD to think more of his revenge than her... he just HAD to put himself first than her... he just HAD to push through, he thought that the chance of trying to do a 'crippling' blow towards the Nomads would be far more important than her...

And now... what has that yielded? She's gone... like a part of him now suddenly silent... now suddenly empty...

Leonardo tries to look to his side, wishing that this nightmare would end, and that Mila would be right beside... only to be met with the quietness of loneliness... It seemed that gone now are the days of constant laughable bickerings, humerous adventures, and the spirit of hope in the positiveness in the galaxy...





... Was this... the end...?





No, as so he thought... He also realized that Mila was actually tougher than she looked: how else would she have been able to pull through a major disaster as the one where the estate had been invaded two years ago? Or what about the time where a Lane Hacker tried to pirate them, but she still kept her giddy self and managed to persuade the criminal to lower his price? Add in the many things that he had taught her to survive, they gave him some confidence that she'd be able to pull through by herself...

... but... what if she did perish along with the explosion...? The mere suggestion of it was dark and hopeless in itself... No...

... I have to believe... I have to believe she survived... it's the only thing I can cling on to for hope... I'll never rest until I do have solid evidence of her true fate... whatever it may be... I must know... I must...

He wiped the tears off his face, trying to get a hold of himself as best as he could, ... Maybe the Corsair has the answers that I seek... She's the one that retrieved my pod, so she ought to have some leads as to where Mila's pod might've drifted off...

... I've also got to find that Freelancer, David... He was with me on the expedition, and he should know what exactly happened...

Leonardo heaves a heavy sigh to himself as he walked towards the footlocker. Taking out his things, he slowly changes to his usual clothes: a brown trench-coat lined with many pockets, dark-brown cargo pants and black boots; he took out the various tools and instruments he normally carries around with him for rainy days, and lastly places his improvised pistol in its holster.

He then takes out his PDA and tries to find the fastest route towards the Corsair's room. After a few seconds, he punches in the route, and heads off through the door...

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