forum Destination: The Front (Fire and Ice)

Started January 24, 2019 by @Mr.Misfit

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"It was that easy, wasn't it. Now ask Brella, cause I guess your fine in my book… for now."

Brella smiled, glad to finally see some true progress.

"Done deal. We go to Lektra, you do your thing, then we're off to the Coalition. " She punched in coordinates and directed the ship towards the front, then started up the FTL drive, and off they went.

She attempted to walk, but once again failed miserably to bear her own weight. With an apologetic look at Crisp she held out her hand, "If you wouldn't mind, Crisp? I need to go get some shut eye."

Kepler watched as Brella attempted to leave from the chair and successfully hid her snicker before it came out. She looked back out the window and saw the stars pass by and relaxed in her chair.

Crisp picks up Brella, and takes her down to the crew's quarters "You get some good sleep now, I'll check on your leg when you wake up."

She nodded thankfully and rested her head on the pillow. Before she knew it, she was standing in the flower fields of home. She ran her fingers through them, imagining in her mind the way they must have felt. Soft, conforming. Like her own little embrace from the past. Love was a beautiful planet, yeah. That's what killed it. Lovuthans were too lucky for Dominant taste.

The flowers turned to glass, the glass shattered, and soon Brella was falling and freezing into the infinite void below.

An hour or so of nightmares later, and Brella woke up sweating. (You can hold a conversation within that hour, or just time skip an hour.)

Crisp is just sitting there and sees Brella suddenly wake up from the corner of his eye, and gets startled.
"You ok?"

(Are you in indy? Cuz I've heard that's how it's been.)

"No- yeah. Yeah, I'm fine…." Brella breathed, "Just a bad dre- Wait, what are you doing down here?"

(Nope, Ohio lol.)
"Just getting my stuff put away I guess, also I was looking at some old pictures. From before I had to work for them"

"You can look at the picture if you want." Crisp holds out the picture to Brella.

Brella take the pictures, and she sees……

The picture is of some Crisp's friends, Dark and Nazuri. They were being the love birds they are. (BTW Nazuri is not my OC and this is what they both look like https://docs.google.com/document/d/1pD1F-gmSMyzyLInGkXgWDqPY8xIdBR2HRGtbEk6iTQI/edit?usp=sharing )

Brella smiles, "Remembering home, I see… Where is home to you? I've never met a dragon, so I've no idea."

She wasn't quite ready to discuss her dreams, not that it meant anything to the dragon, but she desperately wanted to speak of Love, just to talk about it. It would at the very least make her feel better.

"I don't even remember anymore… I hope they are okay." Crisp looks down at his fingers and fiddles with them. "Do you have anyone or any place you care about?" Crisp looks curiously at Brella.

"Yeah. Why else would I be doing this?" Brella answered, "I'm from Love. It's a flower-world, literally. The whole ecosystem lives either in the flowers or in the ground. Except for us, of course."

"It sounds like a nice place! Must be beautiful." Crisp goes deep in thought, his eyes just glimmering at how beautiful he thinks it looks.

"It was." She nodded, "Probably not anymore, though. It was practically Earth's next door neighbor, and you know what that means." She laid one hand over a balled fist, sign for a Lovuthan phrase: "The Human Plague. It took us by surprise, and we were all either enslaved, relocated, or killed as they turned it into a mechanical waste."

"Tha.. that sucks! I have no idea what happened to my planet… I was one of the first to go, enslaved. I haven't seen many other of my kind in years." Crisp looks down and starts looking sad. "Griffin's the only one I still have of my friends. Till I met you guys."

"It's a little bit too soon to be calling us friends, big guy," Brella responded, a confused frown twisting her features, "we just happen to be headed in the same direction. You can call me a friend when I save your life. or you save mine. Or both."

Griffin laughs. "Back at you, Brell. How close are we to our destination, anyway? I've grown a bit bored, holed up in a starship, just waiting until we arrive."