Returned to Void
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Docile Conspiracy
A year ago…
Who are you?
'I don't know anymore'
You valued your proof incredibly?
'Proof, what is that?'
Something that was precious to you…
'I just don't know anymore…'
Let you be reminded then…
==Vandread==
Presently in the Nirvana …
"As you can see the Earth forces have been sighted around various areas of the quadrant." B.C. announced while pointing towards the holographic screen. The sub commander was currently addressing the present crew of the Nirvana. Under the new agreement between Mejeeran and Tarraku high councils, the Nirvana was to be given a crew of both female and male. Although as of now, the only males within the Nirvana are the Duero and Bart. The candidates of the male population was stilling under going 'integration' training (created by Jura and quoting her exactly' "I don't want dirty and ugly ones'!') and were due to arrive within the next few days…
"Our mission is to..." A hissing sound strode, and three individuals stride into the room. Every pair of eyes turned to the trio with feelings of the apprehension, worry, and most of all, sadness. The three were completely oblivious to the attention; sat themselves towards the rear of the room. B.C. stared at them briefly and nodded towards Meia.
"…as I was saying, our mission is to investigate these areas. Reports have shown that debris have been left; probably due to combat. Our job essentially is to analyze this debris."
A hand shot up from within the mass of the crowd. "Is there a possibility of fighting'?' A hesitant Mejerran questioned.
"In the event of combat, we will engage the enemy to the best of our ability." B.C. returns. Murmurs begin to erupt as every Mejerran turned to others. At the back, the three remain unperturbed.
"We have female portion for mission, we are just awaiting the male crew from Tarraku." B.C. said.
"Males sure like to take their time huh." One jokingly commented. A slight giggle ran through the audience. Even the three in the back took in this light jester. It eased the worry that was shared by all.
"As much as you want to begin this mission, we are required to wait for the Tarrakans. In the mean time we will prepare the ships for departure." The silver haired commander regained the crowd's attention. "Any more questions'?' A silent response echoes. "Excellent, return to your positions."
As masses of Mejerrans begin to file out of the room, B.C. surveyed and located her targets.
"Meia, Jura, Dita." She calls out loudly. "I have some things to discuss with you."
The trio looked up and began to walk towards her. B.C. sighed to herself, "…like the walking dead…"
==Vandread==
8 months before…
'...Was 'that' kind of proof important to me?'
Yes, it was that which drove you and helped you win against 'them'.
'What are you?'
Something powerful yet tamed.
'Why am I like this?'
Because your proof to them.
'Were they that important to me?'
Yes, especially the other three.
'I just do not remember anymore'
That's okay…
'I want to remember who I am and what I am to them'
If you wish…
'I want to go…"
Do you want to be free?
'Is that part of the 'proof'?
Yes, if you want
'Yes, I want to be free then'
Let's go then…
On the control console, red lights turn green. A mechanical voice resonates throughout the room.
"Releasing all locks…"
==Vandread==
Back on the Nirvana…
"How are you three?" B.C. calmly questioned. To her, the three individuals seemed broken. Gone are the Jura's flare, Dita's jubilant nature, Meia's seriousness, and lastly their determination. Rather it was replaced with anger, confusion, and dispiritedness.
"We're fine." Meia blankly returned, all three even had the look to go with it.
"You do understand this mission is voluntary for you three."
"Huh'?' A typical phrase for the red head.
Dita…
Dita seemed to incorporate a hollow atmosphere. 'Like a doll'. A small shiver of sadness seeps throughout B.C.'s body as she continue gaze. B.C. grew accustomed to Dita cheeriness and sometimes became envious of it. From what every situation, Dita always took the good in everything. For B.C., this talent seemed out of her reach. The task given to her years ago required her to put on a façade to deceive others. Now present just seemed invalid of emotion. Dita's goodness just left.
"I will perform any task or situation that is required of me." The blue hair monotonously replies.
Meia…
B.C. had the greatest hope for the girl. When she first joined the Magno pirates, her stoic and distant nature kept a wall between her and the crew. To B.C., her purpose in life was to follow others. She didn't live for herself. The arrival of a certain boy changed all of that though. Gradually through example and a helping hand, she began to trust others through his example. Eventually, she came onto depend for others and gained her true being. When the boy disappeared, to B.C., Meia seemed to lose the will to live. Meia's determination just left.
"Well we're here anyway, so might as well go right'!' Uttered the yellow haired girl impertinently.
Jura…
B.C. remembers reading Duero's report about Jura's mental state, and decides to allow her statement pass. Anger. To be angry can carry only a person for sometime. Eventually, this embitterment will consume. In the past, Jura prided herself on her beauty. She combed for praises and a chance to be great. Now though, she projects a sense separation. As if she does not want anybody to get close. She lost the need for praise and acceptance. Even her exterior beauty is starting to suffer because of this new found attitude. Jura's brilliance just left.
All three had been defeated…
Somewhere in the Nirvana…
"…you should apply gentle pressure here…"
"Like this'?'
"Hmm…something is still not right."
"But I've been practicing last few months. I've done what you told me."
"Wait let me see. It's usually better with two people."
A small shiver runs through her.
"Oh…that really feels good."
"I do agree, but for me stroking the 'muscle' yields more results."
"How did you learn about this'?'
"Remember when we found the secret compartment on the men's side of the Nirvana."
"Oh, yeah." Recalling the memory. Flashes of a man, woman, small girl, and a baby go through her mind.
He continues on. "Well, I found that baby book and this also."
"Does it teach how to make babies the Earth way'?'
"I have not reached that 'conclusion' yet."
"Well whatever it is just keep doing it. It feels really good, I'd think it suppose to relieved stress."
"…as you wish…"
Author notes: DEAR GOD, I'm alive. I really apologize for missing the last month or two. People, life has been very chaotic; work, school (summer school, ahhhhhhhhh!!!!), and martial art just turned up a notch. I am really sorry for my readers, please bear with it. On a lighter note, Vandread writers out there (shameless plug cometh) join the mailing list. I love it to heck and enjoy the discussions happening. Heck, due to a malevolent and gracious help (Ender, you saved this chapter from going to the suck list), this chapter was able to come into fruition. Enjoy! Have a good day or night!
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P.S. The next chapter will come much quicker, I promise.