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Subject: [Story] Largess Sun

Hairy palm trees.

Beeping machines sounded the command deck of Largess Sun, and Leuitenant Admiral Astant Hunjanir stared deep into the void of the Universe. Hunjanir was a stubborn and strong-willed man. His henchmen were too all similar, Regila Uhali, Astant's co-pilot and cousin from Earth, was also rather stubborn, yet showed great weaknesses with remorse towards their foes. But he kept his chin high and spoke clear as thunder. Thus Astant worried amidst the coming days in which his cousin will fall under the constant pressure upon him. Regila had grown up with his cousin, in northern Zimbabwe; there they lived amidst what beautiful and articulate landscapes drove through the eastern coasts of Africa. And too, their family was prosperous, rather rich, enough to afford two scholarships of the Space Academy of Earth. In which they did, Astant always wanted to pilot a ship in space, as before him his father had done. And this inspired Astant so greatly that Regila fell down the same tunnel as his cousin.

Coffee aroused Astant's nostrils and he paced to Regila, who was carrying two mugs full, as well, Darrel Yettlem, Astant's technical engineer. "No mornings.. but still we manage to have Van Houtte." said Darrel with a laugh, and Astant inquired, "Yes, say at your wish Darrel. At least hold what optimism you have left." Astant took a mug from his cousin and sipped all too much, only to spit it out amidst the deck in pain, "Son of a.. ouch.. that burns." he gasped, "What did you use.. a god damned fusion reactor to heat this? Jesus Christ." He walked up upon the bridge and sat in his "throne" as he referred to it. "Might I ask you, we're heading for Sector Vel-10 right?" queried Joel Beileu worryingly, "Yes, that's.. correct." said Darrel whilst facing Joel who finished his thought, "Except we're in Sector Fal-11.. according to my readings." Regila panicked, "Bring it up on the screen."

The sight of their instruments malfunctioning brought a great disturbance to the crew. And Astant examined what was happening, "How often has our equipment malfunctioned?" he said while gazing to his Flight Admiral, "Umm... last time they clicked was Reach." replied Joel. Astant sauntered about the bridge, veering his eyes port; he swallowed the lump in his throat. Regila wasn't all well either, in fact the pounding in his chest made it a struggle for him to keep still in his seat, "It.. it. could be a simple glitch.. any references about?" spoke Regila scarcely. Astant sighed the worse he has ever done, "None." and extreme anger flew through his body like an eagle, and he cursed, pitching his mug at the back of the command center. The mug shattered and pierced the ears of everyone on deck, stirring tension.


There is more writing to come. Please tell me what you think, criticism is appreciated.

[Edited on 03.06.2010 2:54 PM PST]

  • 03.06.2010 2:44 PM PDT