Contemplation
M. A. Jordan (Jade Rhade)
A/N: Takes place shortly after episode #516, Saving Light From A Black Sun.
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I can't take it anymore
I can't take it anymore
I can't take it anymore
Forget tomorrow
I just wanna jump.
'Jump' Simple Plan
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Telemachus Rhade out of Majorum by Rhade stood in the Obs Deck, facing the large window that gave it its name. So much had changed since he had first joined the Andromeda's crew: fully over a year ago. All the events that had happened since, he could not fully remember, but there were many he would never forget.
Seefra was an abandoned hellhole of a system. Telemachus could not believe how low he had sunk in the time following his... expulsion from Arkology. Part of him wanted to go and simply kill Dylan, but Rhade knew that Hunt was the only reason they were still alive. His near-death experience escaping from Seefra's newly repaired sun had given him pause.
Why? He had no idea, but at that moment, when the sun had reignited and they were safely away, Telemachus had the feeling of meaning something, being more important than a mercenary-for-hire. Some of the others may have had no difficulties in adjusting to their new way of life, but not him.
He never had been forced to live like this before. Terazed had always been a safe haven. His family was wealthy and powerful, and though he was not spoiled, he never had to worry about not having enough to eat or being alone. Surprisingly, he had adjusted into his new lifestyle relatively well.
Well. Compared to what? Telemachus wondered. What is the pointof continuing? There was no hope of their ever going back to the Known Worlds at the time they had left. What time had they even left? Harper had been deposited here for three years, Beka for six months, the others more.
What is the point? There is none. No reason to continue life but for its own survival.
Telemachus drew the pistol from his hip and looked it over as if seeing it for the first time. He had never contemplated suicide before, but now seemed as good a time as any. Nietzschean. How that word cursed him, condemned him to live a life only for his own survival. Perhaps he should just end it now and save everyone the hassle of putting up with the meaningless Telemachus Rhade, out of A Home That Will Never Exist Again by Someone No One Even Cares About Anymore.
No one ever cares about what happens to him. He's just another gun for Dylan to point at his enemies in the vain hope of escape.
Telemachus Rhade, out of A Home That Will Never Exist Again by Someone No One Even Cares About Anymore.
A/N: Short? Depressing? This actually was supposed to be a HAPPY fic, though how it ended up like this I'll never know. Reviews ARE needed, or I will go InSaNe! Oh, wait... too late for that. :P review anyway? Please?