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Reflective
K.A. Maples
"Hullo old friend. Long time no see."
Everything on the Bebop looked so much smaller than it did back then. Older. Dingier. Badly in need of repair. I threw myself into a chair and winced as a spring dug into my. I jumped up and glared at the demon chair, rubbing the scratch. I sat down on the floor without a second thought and plugged my laptop into the mainframe. It was like coming home again.
I still remember when I heard about Spike. It was like the universe stopped. The big shoot out had been all over the news... and so was Spike's face.
It had hurt. Like I'd lost a big brother. I'd locked myself in my part of the comvee and cried for three days.
Amazing how life moves on.
Past is Prologue.
I never expected to see the Bebop again...... but then Mark practically dropped it in my lap. Said he couldn't get the computer systems up and running again like I could.
I didn't tell him that I knew the Bebop inside and out.
I heard Mark coming through the ship, to the bridge. He was talking to someone. I lowered my goggles and got into my favorite working position, on my head in the full lotus. My fingers danced over the keys in familiar patterns. I didn't even have to look to see what I was doing. The system hadn't been changed since I had left.
Mark moved past the bridge without looking in, and I finished what I was doing and packed up quickly. Being in the Bebop was bringing back memories I didn't really want to think about. They made my throat hurt.
Ein was waiting for me in the basket of my bike. I scratched his ears and got on, then started peddling.
Reflective
K.A. Maples
"Hullo old friend. Long time no see."
Everything on the Bebop looked so much smaller than it did back then. Older. Dingier. Badly in need of repair. I threw myself into a chair and winced as a spring dug into my. I jumped up and glared at the demon chair, rubbing the scratch. I sat down on the floor without a second thought and plugged my laptop into the mainframe. It was like coming home again.
I still remember when I heard about Spike. It was like the universe stopped. The big shoot out had been all over the news... and so was Spike's face.
It had hurt. Like I'd lost a big brother. I'd locked myself in my part of the comvee and cried for three days.
Amazing how life moves on.
Past is Prologue.
I never expected to see the Bebop again...... but then Mark practically dropped it in my lap. Said he couldn't get the computer systems up and running again like I could.
I didn't tell him that I knew the Bebop inside and out.
I heard Mark coming through the ship, to the bridge. He was talking to someone. I lowered my goggles and got into my favorite working position, on my head in the full lotus. My fingers danced over the keys in familiar patterns. I didn't even have to look to see what I was doing. The system hadn't been changed since I had left.
Mark moved past the bridge without looking in, and I finished what I was doing and packed up quickly. Being in the Bebop was bringing back memories I didn't really want to think about. They made my throat hurt.
Ein was waiting for me in the basket of my bike. I scratched his ears and got on, then started peddling.