Black Feather: Episode XXX
"Anxiety"
Laevaentteinn Rebel Base Cafeteria
10:26 a.m., 03/19
"You know, if you eat too fast, you might choke..."
Diana was astounded when Qastor gorged his third helping. He didn't mind though. Not being able to eat any real food for a week and a day really makes one's stomach growl with a mad hunger, especially Qastor.
The cafeteria was larger than the ones at Global Cortex, but there's only one in the entire base. It was a hexagonal mess hall with food distributors in the center. Two multi-purpose stages were set on the north and south poles of the hexagon along with a large-screen monitor for viewing news and announcements. The restrooms were placed in the northwest and southwest sides of the hexagon: northwest for males and southwest for females. An observation balcony may be accessed through the west partition and the entrance/exit may be found on the eastern side of the hexagon.
Qastor leaned back on his chair with utter satisfaction. "Never had a big meal like that in loooong time..." He muttered aloud with a toothpick whirling between his lips.
"Say, why not get some fresh air at the balcony? I'll just stay here and watch some of the announcements..." Diana had her eyes glued to the monitor in the same way Qastor did back at Global Cortex. He noticed and chuckled to himself.
No one else was on the balcony, so he was able to take in the view all to himself. He leaned against the rails. Flat, lime green plains stretched on into the far ocean horizon. Tall, whispering grass stalks nodded with the breeze, soothing the stinging, salty air of the far sea. Qastor took a deep breath and remembered his dream.
"Dreams... Dreams come and go... But, not this one... I've had many dreams during my coma. I've lived many lives and survived many experiences in them, but not like this one..." Qastor went back inside.
Diana wasn't where he had last seen her. Qastor gave a shrug and went back to his new dormitory. Eating all that food made him sluggish.
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Qastor launched himself to the bed. With his face flat against the pillow, he groped for the remote controller on the adjoining dresser. He sat up and turned on the protruding monitor in the wall. The screen blurred as he madly surfed through the channels. He settled on a particular channel.
"...A Raven transport has returned home to Wyndon City's Global Cortex at 2:35 a.m. this morning. A female Raven is injured, another is unhurt, while the last had died in action..."
Qastor glanced at the screen. Iris was seen rushing out of the transport with a doctor and an injured person carried by some of the paramedics from the ground crew.
"Hmm... Iris is on TV..." He closed his eyes again for a nap.
"IRIS IS ON TV!?!?" Qastor lunged to the monitor. "IRIS!? IRIS!!" He was shaking the monitor with awesome rapidity. The screen went dead. His eyes twitched as he withdrew from the monitor. "What was that city again? Ah, Wyndon City... That's..." Qastor turned on the laptop on a nearby desk and opened up a map. "Damn... It's one thousand kilometers from here..." He needed to get back.
The intercom in the corner of the ceiling beeped on.
"Mr. Qastor, Commander Lucifer requests your presence. Please report to the conference hall."
That's just the person Qastor wanted to see.
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Qastor arrived early with an air of haste. Diana, a woman, and a man were sitting at the far end of the long table. At the end of the conference hall was a large screen with a silhouette in front of it. The hall was dark and lit dimly by the flashing monitor.
"Some guy named Lucy wants to see me here?" The man sitting near Diana put his hands to his forehead in shame, while the other sitting woman put her palm to her mouth to conceal a giggle. Diana got up and power-walked towards Qastor.
"My name is Lucifer... Not 'Lucy.'" The silhouette turned around; the monitor turned off. Tremendous three-story curtains of silk and velvet cleft open and revealed large, ponderous glass panels that welcomed sunlight. Qastor shielded his eyes from the sudden invasion of light in this gloomy hall. He found Diana sitting down near, motioning him to do the same.
"Have you anything to say before we begin?" The tall man at the monitor named Lucifer wore a long, dark tunic and a blue and gray trench coat. His long, indigo hair reached to his shoulder and a silver head ring encircled his head, but was only visible at his forehead. Qastor took a seat.
"Yeah, I want to go to Wyndon City." Qastor's voice was solid and determined, but his expression crumbled when...
"You can't." Lucifer stated sternly. "We did you a deed by providing you with food, shelter, room and board, among other luxuries, not to mention saving you from Sphere. In turn, you must fulfill a favor."
"Fine. What do you want?" Qastor had already lost hope in returning to Iris in Wyndon City.
"We need to save one of our most valued colleagues from the clutches of Sphere. A recent attack on one of their corporate counties has left us in this situation." Lucifer was impassioned when he spoke of his colleague's capture. A man of honor, Qastor thought.
"Who is this 'colleague' of yours?" Lucifer looked out in the horizon from the windows in reply to Qastor.
"Garnet."
"Anxiety"
Laevaentteinn Rebel Base Cafeteria
10:26 a.m., 03/19
"You know, if you eat too fast, you might choke..."
Diana was astounded when Qastor gorged his third helping. He didn't mind though. Not being able to eat any real food for a week and a day really makes one's stomach growl with a mad hunger, especially Qastor.
The cafeteria was larger than the ones at Global Cortex, but there's only one in the entire base. It was a hexagonal mess hall with food distributors in the center. Two multi-purpose stages were set on the north and south poles of the hexagon along with a large-screen monitor for viewing news and announcements. The restrooms were placed in the northwest and southwest sides of the hexagon: northwest for males and southwest for females. An observation balcony may be accessed through the west partition and the entrance/exit may be found on the eastern side of the hexagon.
Qastor leaned back on his chair with utter satisfaction. "Never had a big meal like that in loooong time..." He muttered aloud with a toothpick whirling between his lips.
"Say, why not get some fresh air at the balcony? I'll just stay here and watch some of the announcements..." Diana had her eyes glued to the monitor in the same way Qastor did back at Global Cortex. He noticed and chuckled to himself.
No one else was on the balcony, so he was able to take in the view all to himself. He leaned against the rails. Flat, lime green plains stretched on into the far ocean horizon. Tall, whispering grass stalks nodded with the breeze, soothing the stinging, salty air of the far sea. Qastor took a deep breath and remembered his dream.
"Dreams... Dreams come and go... But, not this one... I've had many dreams during my coma. I've lived many lives and survived many experiences in them, but not like this one..." Qastor went back inside.
Diana wasn't where he had last seen her. Qastor gave a shrug and went back to his new dormitory. Eating all that food made him sluggish.
_____________________________
Qastor launched himself to the bed. With his face flat against the pillow, he groped for the remote controller on the adjoining dresser. He sat up and turned on the protruding monitor in the wall. The screen blurred as he madly surfed through the channels. He settled on a particular channel.
"...A Raven transport has returned home to Wyndon City's Global Cortex at 2:35 a.m. this morning. A female Raven is injured, another is unhurt, while the last had died in action..."
Qastor glanced at the screen. Iris was seen rushing out of the transport with a doctor and an injured person carried by some of the paramedics from the ground crew.
"Hmm... Iris is on TV..." He closed his eyes again for a nap.
"IRIS IS ON TV!?!?" Qastor lunged to the monitor. "IRIS!? IRIS!!" He was shaking the monitor with awesome rapidity. The screen went dead. His eyes twitched as he withdrew from the monitor. "What was that city again? Ah, Wyndon City... That's..." Qastor turned on the laptop on a nearby desk and opened up a map. "Damn... It's one thousand kilometers from here..." He needed to get back.
The intercom in the corner of the ceiling beeped on.
"Mr. Qastor, Commander Lucifer requests your presence. Please report to the conference hall."
That's just the person Qastor wanted to see.
_____________________________
Qastor arrived early with an air of haste. Diana, a woman, and a man were sitting at the far end of the long table. At the end of the conference hall was a large screen with a silhouette in front of it. The hall was dark and lit dimly by the flashing monitor.
"Some guy named Lucy wants to see me here?" The man sitting near Diana put his hands to his forehead in shame, while the other sitting woman put her palm to her mouth to conceal a giggle. Diana got up and power-walked towards Qastor.
"My name is Lucifer... Not 'Lucy.'" The silhouette turned around; the monitor turned off. Tremendous three-story curtains of silk and velvet cleft open and revealed large, ponderous glass panels that welcomed sunlight. Qastor shielded his eyes from the sudden invasion of light in this gloomy hall. He found Diana sitting down near, motioning him to do the same.
"Have you anything to say before we begin?" The tall man at the monitor named Lucifer wore a long, dark tunic and a blue and gray trench coat. His long, indigo hair reached to his shoulder and a silver head ring encircled his head, but was only visible at his forehead. Qastor took a seat.
"Yeah, I want to go to Wyndon City." Qastor's voice was solid and determined, but his expression crumbled when...
"You can't." Lucifer stated sternly. "We did you a deed by providing you with food, shelter, room and board, among other luxuries, not to mention saving you from Sphere. In turn, you must fulfill a favor."
"Fine. What do you want?" Qastor had already lost hope in returning to Iris in Wyndon City.
"We need to save one of our most valued colleagues from the clutches of Sphere. A recent attack on one of their corporate counties has left us in this situation." Lucifer was impassioned when he spoke of his colleague's capture. A man of honor, Qastor thought.
"Who is this 'colleague' of yours?" Lucifer looked out in the horizon from the windows in reply to Qastor.
"Garnet."