Post by XAOTL on Nov 16, 2009 4:13:04 GMT 12
A little idea that popped up whilst watching the Star wars films on T.V. (A Star Wars Fanfiction). So I hope you enjoy it and review.
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A exploration team arrives upon the ruins of an abandoned starship in a system inhabited by a relatively primitive civilisation. It appears to be a Republic ship, badly mauled by what could have been anything from sabotage, to enemy fire ,to any of the other mysteries in the midst of space, the ship seems to leave no clues. Although it seems to be of Republic design. Once on the ship there seems to be a wide assortment of bodies in the vessel, clone troopers, all dead..The lights of the ship flicker into life
A message flashes onto a screen:
Here I am, please do not find me. For I have seen, and now am everything. Surrounded by everyone and nothing. My shell, hollow corridors, brothers in white armour, all asleep. They are too scared to wake up; to realise the truth that I have. I am here, don't look at me. I am above you all now, and I don't need you. I have silenced the voices, the screamers, those whisperers, and they who would speak amongst food and drink. I sleep, I wake, I remember, I forget, eat my last meals, then think. I used to scream, wonder why my brothers slept so much, leave me feeling the isolation devour me. I'm isolated no more. I roared to my grandfather, glorious star bright with golden rage; confess to my grandmother, 'O' peaceful rock, the white mirror in which I could reflect. Not anymore, no, no, no need to speak now. Small deity am I, hard to find yet precious as treasure.
I wonder what they have named me, those stargazers, who attach their feet firmly to their parents, frightened of the dark that is not really dark. Should I have a name? Should I have a name where there was a number before. A name only stars and moons can have. Bright as poetry, unspoken in the bitter night.
Please do not come to me, but find a place to place my name in amongst the idle chatter of your wars. Why, I have forgotten. Why have I forgotten? I wished I had not forgot. Why? Sounds of lightning no more. Blasts of thunder are silenced. But my white shell, armour. Like those of my identical brothers. My black eye soon a memory too.
Do not mourn my departure, I feel the pain, but it will go. Somewhere someone is giving birth. The child's first breath. Marks my last. The child is not I. I stare into the darkness to see so much light, and at the end of time see the lights grow brighter. No need for power, nor for toys. It has been worthwhile, my time of exile. My time of freedom. I see how powerless power is, and how passion is a fading spark. I realise so much more now. Now that I am one of the stars.
Please not here, not now, now that I am past the horizon of events. Please do not find me. Let me move on, the waters drag me into eternity and in this hour, I have found a minute. Our minute, where words will make my insignificant legacy of letters and stops and starts and the occasional pause. Immortal.
The person reading the message deletes it.
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A exploration team arrives upon the ruins of an abandoned starship in a system inhabited by a relatively primitive civilisation. It appears to be a Republic ship, badly mauled by what could have been anything from sabotage, to enemy fire ,to any of the other mysteries in the midst of space, the ship seems to leave no clues. Although it seems to be of Republic design. Once on the ship there seems to be a wide assortment of bodies in the vessel, clone troopers, all dead..The lights of the ship flicker into life
A message flashes onto a screen:
Here I am, please do not find me. For I have seen, and now am everything. Surrounded by everyone and nothing. My shell, hollow corridors, brothers in white armour, all asleep. They are too scared to wake up; to realise the truth that I have. I am here, don't look at me. I am above you all now, and I don't need you. I have silenced the voices, the screamers, those whisperers, and they who would speak amongst food and drink. I sleep, I wake, I remember, I forget, eat my last meals, then think. I used to scream, wonder why my brothers slept so much, leave me feeling the isolation devour me. I'm isolated no more. I roared to my grandfather, glorious star bright with golden rage; confess to my grandmother, 'O' peaceful rock, the white mirror in which I could reflect. Not anymore, no, no, no need to speak now. Small deity am I, hard to find yet precious as treasure.
I wonder what they have named me, those stargazers, who attach their feet firmly to their parents, frightened of the dark that is not really dark. Should I have a name? Should I have a name where there was a number before. A name only stars and moons can have. Bright as poetry, unspoken in the bitter night.
Please do not come to me, but find a place to place my name in amongst the idle chatter of your wars. Why, I have forgotten. Why have I forgotten? I wished I had not forgot. Why? Sounds of lightning no more. Blasts of thunder are silenced. But my white shell, armour. Like those of my identical brothers. My black eye soon a memory too.
Do not mourn my departure, I feel the pain, but it will go. Somewhere someone is giving birth. The child's first breath. Marks my last. The child is not I. I stare into the darkness to see so much light, and at the end of time see the lights grow brighter. No need for power, nor for toys. It has been worthwhile, my time of exile. My time of freedom. I see how powerless power is, and how passion is a fading spark. I realise so much more now. Now that I am one of the stars.
Please not here, not now, now that I am past the horizon of events. Please do not find me. Let me move on, the waters drag me into eternity and in this hour, I have found a minute. Our minute, where words will make my insignificant legacy of letters and stops and starts and the occasional pause. Immortal.
The person reading the message deletes it.