Returned to Void
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SPOILER WARNING
Azure Admiration
Four hundred hours…
Sleep seems to escape the captain of Mejeiru dreads squadron. Meia Gisborn lies motionless, while gazing blankly at the ceiling. Two years have grown and passed. The "victory" against the Earth marked the beginning. With destruction of the main force of Earth, Taraaku and Mejeiru began the cross colonization of its people. Men and women begin to interact and live together. Cross colonization began with the Nirvana as the staging ground. It was a half way point for both sexes as to say. A place for beginning interactions and relationships for both sexes. It was the ideal place. Why not? The first woman and man interactions occurred there. Three men and one hundred fifty-one women. It was the perfect environment. Animosity, aggression, reluctance, teamwork, devotion and friendship. Various feelings lost within the confines of the ship. Yes, it was perfect.
Turning on to her side. She looks out to the black canvas covered with white specks.
Utsukushii.
Space.
Is that where he is?
She releases a chuckle. Feeling her world a bit less burdened, while letting her thoughts run amok. 'Yes, let it run around.'
Just as long as I don't think of it....him.
He taught me to laugh. Well for Meia, it was just to smile. The slow opening of the mouth and the gradual movement of the jaws. The incessant and soothing noise. The rhythmic chaotic clamor. Like a dog barking. He used to just bark frequently. Although, he defied and worked against this set back.
Just like him.
He never let anything hold him down. Nothing. It was this that Meia found the most appealing. No matter what, he never turned back and fled. Rather he faced it with pride and confidence. At times annoying and suicidal, yet it accomplished the task at hand, which was to survive. He became a dog with bite then. Over time, his rashness became attracting. Heh. 'He had more than that.' His urgency to watch over everyone was similar to that of Meia's. His piloting skill was exceptional along with his tactical abilities. Meia had organization skills and command capabilities. However when times were critical, he devised the plans. Then again his recklessness and unwillingness to submit is what saved them all in the end. 'Yes, he taught me more.' Sighing within once more, Meia mentally organizes her day's itinerary.
Total opposites of each other…yet all the same…
Fresh recruits to train. 'Flying morons, why can't they pilot a dread correctly?' Formations to devise and revise. 'Stupid lieutenants, it's easy to follow.' Oh yes, discuss with the boss to let Jura take time off. Lately she has been adverse. Even Barnett can't calm her. Then again all of them were tried mentally. Jura dealt it with anger/isolation. Dita with sorrow/withdrawal. And me. How do I deal with it? 'Yes, I need to rest.' That's all I need. 'Just rest and work.' As long I don't think of it…
Ignorance/Avoidance….
Two years earlier….
The final battle with Earth was not faring well. The latest Earth forces were firing on all cylinders. Red streaks here. A blast here, a blast there. Blown ship here, a blown ship there. An attacking cube here, obliterated cube there. Blue streaks there. The anti-earth forces were being pushed hard. Their trump card, rather cards are currently engaging the main ship. While the manifestation of the Earthlings or the brat... is making his back door exit in the battle. Leaving a ship that engages the worm hole to deal with the trump cards. Yes, a typical ending.
Worm-hole.
The Red Pexis Plagma is currently on count down for mass destruction by imploding the whole system. Every combatant whether earth or anti-earth is taking a ride to oblivion. The main individual for causing this whole mess is currently trying to contain the wormhole. Then again was it really his fault to begin with? He only chose to defy Earth. He didn't want to become someone else parts. Is so wrong to live for one? To find his proof within the hearts of others around him. Presently pushing back the device that blows all with every fiber of his being; thoughts of his "friends" swirl around in his head. Their survival and assurance of living on is keeping the pain away. A fractured arm, heh, more like bent the wrong way…
'Lets go partner…we have to do this for everyone. We have to make sure everyone is going to be safe. Minna wants live for tomorrow and see the future. Heck, I want to too. But I have to make sure this brat doesn't win. We have to do this ibo. We just have too.'
…Especially for them three…
Author notes: Holy crap, what this section about? Obviously you can tell I'm new at this. This going to be my first story after reading so much on Fanfiction.net and other places. Reading alternate or possible diversions to my favorite anime is release for me. Work, school, overall life gets too overbearing. I practice martial arts for the physical release and read for the mental one. Oh yeah I need criticism for my work. I can't get any better unless you guys tell me. But please write meaning full criticism please. Thoughtless bashes of writers are trash and will be ignored, such as "You suck". Tell me why I suck, and then maybe I can work on it. Heck, if readers write constructive opinions of others work, writers can refine their work, thus taking the reader enjoyment to another level. So it benefits both the author and the reader. Enjoy!!!