I'm Only Dancing
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Mizuho stared blankly at the alabaster wall of the small transport vessel, her hand brushing absently along the thin blade of the tau kien that had not left her person in too long to recall. Hypnotic, the gleaming white, all-consuming. Blankness.
Two hundred pairs of eyes stared at her from that blankness, some sorrowful, some angered, most simply terrified. Two at a time, they winked away into nothingness, and she relived each scream with growing disconcertion. The acrid stench of scorched flesh and congealed blood pervaded her senses. Screaming, all about her. The eyes, the spattering of blood now on the wall...
She shook her head quickly, tried to regain herself. There were no eyes, no flesh burned within this shuttle. There was blood, but it was her own, a thin slice inflicted by the blade that rested in her hands.
The quiet man who piloted for her. He was standing beside her with a somewhat concerned glance.
"We have docked with the YSS Destiny, Shosa." He offered his hand to help her up.
Mizuho rejected it. "Please dont touch me." She spoke with a quiet resignation, sheathed her blade, rose. Her face betrayed dark thoughts, her complexion far paler than usual and her eyes withdrawn, contemplative, laced with a deep remorse.
Stepping through the airlock, she took a deep breath. A vessel many kilometers in length was her new home. And if she were to err, far more lives would be lost than had been with her failure on the Seion.
Two hundred pairs of eyes stared at her from that blankness, some sorrowful, some angered, most simply terrified. Two at a time, they winked away into nothingness, and she relived each scream with growing disconcertion. The acrid stench of scorched flesh and congealed blood pervaded her senses. Screaming, all about her. The eyes, the spattering of blood now on the wall...
She shook her head quickly, tried to regain herself. There were no eyes, no flesh burned within this shuttle. There was blood, but it was her own, a thin slice inflicted by the blade that rested in her hands.
The quiet man who piloted for her. He was standing beside her with a somewhat concerned glance.
"We have docked with the YSS Destiny, Shosa." He offered his hand to help her up.
Mizuho rejected it. "Please dont touch me." She spoke with a quiet resignation, sheathed her blade, rose. Her face betrayed dark thoughts, her complexion far paler than usual and her eyes withdrawn, contemplative, laced with a deep remorse.
Stepping through the airlock, she took a deep breath. A vessel many kilometers in length was her new home. And if she were to err, far more lives would be lost than had been with her failure on the Seion.