Title: Reminisce
Summary: A former space pirate reflects on her first love.
I remember the day we met; it lies vivid in my memory. I thought him a relic of an older age, a veritable fossil, old and decrepit. We contacted him and his partner then, demanding he turn over his cargo. It was what we did, for were we not pirates?
He laughed, and challenged us to take it from him, if we dared. What followed shattered any notion I might have of calling him decrepit! He danced around our attacks with a speed and grace that would have shamed those half his age. Strangely, he did not attack us at all. When we conceded defeat, we asked why he had not fought back. His reply was strange to us at the time, but I came to love those words!
"It'd be a shame to harm such a pretty lady."
You may laugh, I suppose, but that is when I loved him. I loved him with all the dazzling, star-struck intensity of a younger girl falling for an older man; a dashing and charming rogue, to boot! Yes, in light of my great age, it does seem strange, doesn't it? By my standards, he was a child, an infant. Yet, the weight of his experience far outweighed mine, and he carried the scars of that experience proudly upon his glorious body.
We meet many times thereafter, sometimes predator, sometimes prey. Always he refused to attack us, giving us the same reason as he had the first time. It continued, a great dance, over and over.
One day, we cornered him, and how my heart thrilled! I sent to him my declaration of love, using words I had not known existed to make clear to him the depth of my feelings. With that curious and gentle manner of his, he replied that he would be honored to receive my devotion.
And from that day forth, we were happy. Sailing across the endless sea of stars, we knew unmatched joy. We became famous as the 'Two Uncatchables', reckless pirates who would dare anything.
In the end, that reputation is what undid us. It was a routine run, something we had done many times before.
But it was a trap.
A bounty hunter had set the trap, and, like fools, we snapped up the bait. We had taken the cargo when the hunter's ship came out of hiding, catching us by surprise and firing. My beloved could have used his marvelous, unmatched grace to avoid the attack, but we were behind him.
He would not let us get hurt. Taking the attack squarely in the face, he manuevered directly into the hunter's ship. There was a titanic explosion, and when we could once again see, he and the hunter were falling to the planet below. We could not reach him.
I could not save him.
I mourned for months. My beloved was gone, and the universe was a dark and lonely place. Eventually, I determined to return to that forsaken planet, and die with my beloved.
I roamed that world for weeks, but I never found his body. The explosion had consumed it utterly, and I despaired.
At the depths of depression, however, I found a new light of hope.
I would always miss him. But I was alive, and I would remain alive. It was what he would have wanted.
And I leapt into the air, taking off. I would remain alive. I would remember him forever.
The Millenium Falcon, the beloved of Ryo-Ohki.
Notes: What? You've never seen a spaceship love story before?
Summary: A former space pirate reflects on her first love.
I remember the day we met; it lies vivid in my memory. I thought him a relic of an older age, a veritable fossil, old and decrepit. We contacted him and his partner then, demanding he turn over his cargo. It was what we did, for were we not pirates?
He laughed, and challenged us to take it from him, if we dared. What followed shattered any notion I might have of calling him decrepit! He danced around our attacks with a speed and grace that would have shamed those half his age. Strangely, he did not attack us at all. When we conceded defeat, we asked why he had not fought back. His reply was strange to us at the time, but I came to love those words!
"It'd be a shame to harm such a pretty lady."
You may laugh, I suppose, but that is when I loved him. I loved him with all the dazzling, star-struck intensity of a younger girl falling for an older man; a dashing and charming rogue, to boot! Yes, in light of my great age, it does seem strange, doesn't it? By my standards, he was a child, an infant. Yet, the weight of his experience far outweighed mine, and he carried the scars of that experience proudly upon his glorious body.
We meet many times thereafter, sometimes predator, sometimes prey. Always he refused to attack us, giving us the same reason as he had the first time. It continued, a great dance, over and over.
One day, we cornered him, and how my heart thrilled! I sent to him my declaration of love, using words I had not known existed to make clear to him the depth of my feelings. With that curious and gentle manner of his, he replied that he would be honored to receive my devotion.
And from that day forth, we were happy. Sailing across the endless sea of stars, we knew unmatched joy. We became famous as the 'Two Uncatchables', reckless pirates who would dare anything.
In the end, that reputation is what undid us. It was a routine run, something we had done many times before.
But it was a trap.
A bounty hunter had set the trap, and, like fools, we snapped up the bait. We had taken the cargo when the hunter's ship came out of hiding, catching us by surprise and firing. My beloved could have used his marvelous, unmatched grace to avoid the attack, but we were behind him.
He would not let us get hurt. Taking the attack squarely in the face, he manuevered directly into the hunter's ship. There was a titanic explosion, and when we could once again see, he and the hunter were falling to the planet below. We could not reach him.
I could not save him.
I mourned for months. My beloved was gone, and the universe was a dark and lonely place. Eventually, I determined to return to that forsaken planet, and die with my beloved.
I roamed that world for weeks, but I never found his body. The explosion had consumed it utterly, and I despaired.
At the depths of depression, however, I found a new light of hope.
I would always miss him. But I was alive, and I would remain alive. It was what he would have wanted.
And I leapt into the air, taking off. I would remain alive. I would remember him forever.
The Millenium Falcon, the beloved of Ryo-Ohki.
Notes: What? You've never seen a spaceship love story before?