Legend:
Happens in "Real Time" unless noted, kind of blurred in chapter one since
its all past
(parentheses) mean a seperate scene, a vision if you will.
[[double brackets]] is the dream like sequences.
[single bracket] thoughts to self.
I might get rid of the symbols if I figure out what the problem is
transferring it from my floppy disk to the fanfiction.net site.
"Promise you'll come back..." a female voice of a silhouette whispers.
(A vision of a fighter passing through Saturn's gate.)
"I promise," a male voice responds and sooths quietly "I love you."
(The fighter slows at the end of the gate with a flight behind.)
"I wish I could go," the female voice chuckles softly, "I'm qualified enough."
(The fighter rushed, overview and flashed to a silhouetted man holding a woman.)
"Major," the man seemed to mock her title briefly and soothes her again. "You haven't been in active duty for over a year, ever since we got married." The woman's shadow looked down at the words.
(Flight in formation, heading towards Titan, the leading craft glanced over; a rudimentary hawk is painted on the side. The vision rolls from top of aircrafts to the bottom, the flight zipping ahead as focus is back on the couple.)
Then the man lifted her head to his and spoke again, "I can't risk losing you or our child."
"Silver..." the woman spoke as another vision came.
(Fighter entering the atmosphere of Titan, the natural gas lakes glittered below; the flight's leading craft revealed the man in the cockpit: Caucasian, with wisps of hair out of his helmet, focusing in on a pendent with a claddagh symbol and his name "Hawk" on his jumpsuit. The flight, with others, turn in massive formation diving towards the moon surface.)
Silver's voice speaks over the vision, "I might lose you..." and back to the shadows, "I won't die on you, I promise..." They kiss...
(The leading fighter appeared again in midbattle, a few shots are fired, the entire flight dropping like flies. The "hawk" craft is scorched but is intact, dodging enemy fire.)
The couple broke and the woman's back still in shadow, only her long raven hair in the breeze. Silver stepped back, in full light: slightly overgrown blonde hair, big blue eyes, fair complexion, boyish features, and in a basic jumpsuit devoid of all decoration except dog tags, a patch labeled "Hawk", and a pendent with a claddagh symbol.
(The hawk fighter dodges fire, and maneuvers a few enemy planes into the lakes, but one is keeping on its tail.)
"Lt. Hawk, Sir! We don't want to miss the fun, do we?" a redheaded teenager smiled.
"Be right there, Airman Hutchenson, "Silver smiled, gave the woman another quick kiss, and started toward an aircraft with a hawk freshly drawn on the side.
(The fighter appeared on Titan as its pursuer fired and smoke rose from the back and started a slow descent.)
"Lt. Hawk!" she said with authority, Silver turned and saluted.
"Major..." Silver waited as the woman sighed.
"I love you," the woman smiled and hardened again, "Don't get killed, Lt. Hawk." she saluted him off. "Have fun." Silver flashed a boyish smile as he proceeded to his aircraft, throwing on his helmet.
(The fighter plunged toward the surface of the moon, the pilot inside desperately getting ready to eject, grabs something off the panel and ejects.)
The woman waved as Silver closed the cockpit and adjusted her picture on the panel, then started away.
(Airman Hutchenson shouted "Silver!". The fighter crashed into the surface. Hutchenson's fighter burst into flames soon after.)
[[Silver's face appeared, "I love you," his voice echoed as a doctor appeared.
"Mrs. Hawk? I'm sorry..."; the fighter in flames; the doctor's cold voice "...You've had a miscarriage."
"Lt. Silver Hawk, flight commander of the 245 division is still missing... presumed dead... among the casualties... Senior Airman Adam Hutchenson." a news broadcast flickered on the screen.
Fuzzy distorted screenshot of Titan as another newscaster continues, "Lt. Hawk, commended in various missions at an early age... reported as one of the last to fall...".
"War on Titan, Complete Slaughter?" a newspaper headline flashed by.
Words and images swirl together.
"...Miscarriage..."
"Many have asked...."
"I love you..."
"How could this have happened?"
"I promise..."
"Slaughter?"
"Presumed dead," Silver's face with his boyish smile glowed and faded.
"Major..."
Crying, mixed with Silver's voice, "I can't risk anything happening to you..." A woman kneels by a tombstone, placing flowers near it, the letters blurred into focus 'Brandon Ray Hawk'. "Or our child." A coyote howled in the distance. "I'm sorry," the cold voice again.
Silver's battered body crawls along the ground, muttering and holding something in one hand, crumpled.
An alien creature flies over Silver, a hawk-like cry fills his head. He turns over and looks up toward the alien hawk, closing his eyes, mumbling as his hand drops the crumpled picture. "I'm sorry...", an unknown voice, Silver's heart is heard... and it is... slowing down... to... a... stop--- ]]
"Silver!" the woman gasped awake, in sweat and still in darkness, she looks around. Shaking, she pulls her knees to her chest, her hair is now short, and the only other feature shown, is her eyes focused just right to reveal her purple eyes. Tears well up in the unique eyes, they close, and she cries herself back to sleep.
Flute music plays in the background and increases as the scene fades.
*Lost Session: Wish You Were Here*
"Promise you'll come back..." a female voice of a silhouette whispers.
(A vision of a fighter passing through Saturn's gate.)
"I promise," a male voice responds and sooths quietly "I love you."
(The fighter slows at the end of the gate with a flight behind.)
"I wish I could go," the female voice chuckles softly, "I'm qualified enough."
(The fighter rushed, overview and flashed to a silhouetted man holding a woman.)
"Major," the man seemed to mock her title briefly and soothes her again. "You haven't been in active duty for over a year, ever since we got married." The woman's shadow looked down at the words.
(Flight in formation, heading towards Titan, the leading craft glanced over; a rudimentary hawk is painted on the side. The vision rolls from top of aircrafts to the bottom, the flight zipping ahead as focus is back on the couple.)
Then the man lifted her head to his and spoke again, "I can't risk losing you or our child."
"Silver..." the woman spoke as another vision came.
(Fighter entering the atmosphere of Titan, the natural gas lakes glittered below; the flight's leading craft revealed the man in the cockpit: Caucasian, with wisps of hair out of his helmet, focusing in on a pendent with a claddagh symbol and his name "Hawk" on his jumpsuit. The flight, with others, turn in massive formation diving towards the moon surface.)
Silver's voice speaks over the vision, "I might lose you..." and back to the shadows, "I won't die on you, I promise..." They kiss...
(The leading fighter appeared again in midbattle, a few shots are fired, the entire flight dropping like flies. The "hawk" craft is scorched but is intact, dodging enemy fire.)
The couple broke and the woman's back still in shadow, only her long raven hair in the breeze. Silver stepped back, in full light: slightly overgrown blonde hair, big blue eyes, fair complexion, boyish features, and in a basic jumpsuit devoid of all decoration except dog tags, a patch labeled "Hawk", and a pendent with a claddagh symbol.
(The hawk fighter dodges fire, and maneuvers a few enemy planes into the lakes, but one is keeping on its tail.)
"Lt. Hawk, Sir! We don't want to miss the fun, do we?" a redheaded teenager smiled.
"Be right there, Airman Hutchenson, "Silver smiled, gave the woman another quick kiss, and started toward an aircraft with a hawk freshly drawn on the side.
(The fighter appeared on Titan as its pursuer fired and smoke rose from the back and started a slow descent.)
"Lt. Hawk!" she said with authority, Silver turned and saluted.
"Major..." Silver waited as the woman sighed.
"I love you," the woman smiled and hardened again, "Don't get killed, Lt. Hawk." she saluted him off. "Have fun." Silver flashed a boyish smile as he proceeded to his aircraft, throwing on his helmet.
(The fighter plunged toward the surface of the moon, the pilot inside desperately getting ready to eject, grabs something off the panel and ejects.)
The woman waved as Silver closed the cockpit and adjusted her picture on the panel, then started away.
(Airman Hutchenson shouted "Silver!". The fighter crashed into the surface. Hutchenson's fighter burst into flames soon after.)
[[Silver's face appeared, "I love you," his voice echoed as a doctor appeared.
"Mrs. Hawk? I'm sorry..."; the fighter in flames; the doctor's cold voice "...You've had a miscarriage."
"Lt. Silver Hawk, flight commander of the 245 division is still missing... presumed dead... among the casualties... Senior Airman Adam Hutchenson." a news broadcast flickered on the screen.
Fuzzy distorted screenshot of Titan as another newscaster continues, "Lt. Hawk, commended in various missions at an early age... reported as one of the last to fall...".
"War on Titan, Complete Slaughter?" a newspaper headline flashed by.
Words and images swirl together.
"...Miscarriage..."
"Many have asked...."
"I love you..."
"How could this have happened?"
"I promise..."
"Slaughter?"
"Presumed dead," Silver's face with his boyish smile glowed and faded.
"Major..."
Crying, mixed with Silver's voice, "I can't risk anything happening to you..." A woman kneels by a tombstone, placing flowers near it, the letters blurred into focus 'Brandon Ray Hawk'. "Or our child." A coyote howled in the distance. "I'm sorry," the cold voice again.
Silver's battered body crawls along the ground, muttering and holding something in one hand, crumpled.
An alien creature flies over Silver, a hawk-like cry fills his head. He turns over and looks up toward the alien hawk, closing his eyes, mumbling as his hand drops the crumpled picture. "I'm sorry...", an unknown voice, Silver's heart is heard... and it is... slowing down... to... a... stop--- ]]
"Silver!" the woman gasped awake, in sweat and still in darkness, she looks around. Shaking, she pulls her knees to her chest, her hair is now short, and the only other feature shown, is her eyes focused just right to reveal her purple eyes. Tears well up in the unique eyes, they close, and she cries herself back to sleep.
Flute music plays in the background and increases as the scene fades.
*Lost Session: Wish You Were Here*