Post by prophet on Oct 23, 2016 14:25:03 GMT
Through the silent space did the Leviathan II drift aimlessly, ambling through the nebulae of infinite possibilities and arrangements beyond — yet even the hope for adventure and wisdom had dwindled. The mysterious disappearance of Adell Illiandes Laemington following the campaign of Soran destroyed HAVOC from within, its leadership and motivation absent, it wasn't long before the outlaws name changed to become a dispatching service run by Bee. Acting as a mercenary hiring service HAVOC transitioned into the business of training and providing soldiers who'll do anything for their obligatory contracts and commissioning service. HAVOC wasn't the only organization that faced drastic change, The Nibiru Alliance's legislation and positions of power shifted dramatically, and the Reinbach Corporation fell into sudden decline following SEMA's destruction caused by "unknown enemies within a span of a day". The world, everywhere that Adell's influence and power mattered, began to decline.
Thus the last vessel of HAVOC's original regime, the Leviathan II — rebuilt after the original Leviathan was destroyed by Beramode Pendragon, shifting through space as if awaiting whatever fate would befall the forgotten Zodiac-class ship.
"You know..." Joey began to chuckle, tossing a rubber ball high into the sky only to catch it moments later, "My professor used to always tell me I'd be a preacher."
Elijah, a quick-sword master of speed and velocity, moved his head just barely to hear what words Joey had to say. "Oh yeah?"
"Yeah...he said science would never bring me happiness...there'd be too many questions...never enough answers..."
"That's pretty gay...but actually pretty true." Elijah sighed, recrossing his arms along his bare chest. "You regret being here huh?"
"No way...even though my best friend died for something that means absolutely nothing...he's still my bestfriend."
"Enough with the gay comments..." Elijah groaned. With both of his feet crossed and on the display monitors where statistical data and input commands were usually viewed, he jerked in the commander's seat to scratch his back before readjusting himself and his feet on the monitor.
"Do you mind?! You're destroying the ship!" Joey yelled.
"You are such a fucking cornball Joey..." Elijah snapped with a light English accent, obviously mocking Joey. "Why do you care so much anyways? This ship is almost done. We're almost done. Enjoy our last days defending this heap of trash..."
Joey had to admit, Elijah had a point. The ship was beyond repairable condition and had endured the pain of many battles, most of which were to survive. And all to cling to the loyalty of a man who had abandoned them? Everyone had died believing in a man who selfishly threw his life away and disappeared as the hope keeping many people alive. But was it his fault? In their days since they had last made contact with civilization their minds had begun to degenerate. Without hope, without anything to look forward to, they lost their will to live, at least everyone else had. All that remained was Joey and Elijah, the only two who hadn't broken the cycle of realizing their situation. For how much longer would they remain?
"He'll be back...he's coming back I assure you..."
"Still protecting a man that's dead...that's admirable. It's no wonder we aren't dead yet..."
"No, you're wrong...I'm protecting a man who put his life on the line for mine...it's called..."
Joey slowly trailed off staring at their coffin, the place they had sworn their brotherhood and service to. Bee had been in command, but following the collapse of HAVOC she left its crew to die, sacrificing those of the old regime to salvage what was left of its reputation. Elijah understood, as a veteran soldier of Nibiru so advanced and intellectual at his age, his cerulean eyes held a frosty resolve behind golden hair, most of which grew freely across his crown — short but wild. While Joey began to progress mentally, changing his perception over their lingering doom, Elijah had other things unfolding in his dual processing mind.
"What if he's still there..." Elijah's eyes narrowed, his left hand gripping tighter on the scabbard of Fuyusuki. "What if he's there and we just can't see him?"
"Now who sounds insane..." Joey chuckled, reaching to the side of Elijah seat to grab the bottle of rum near him. Before his fragile hand could reach; a gentle seat of Elijah's sheathed katana brought focus back to their conversation that had once dissolved.
"I mean it...we used every visible-scan we had but all that turned up were irregular energy ratings...what if we applied it on a tenth-dimensional diagram of space time. Wouldn't it render differently? Or is that not how science works?"
"This is why you adrenaline junkie fast guys should stay in your place, Elijah. We trimmed over Soran atleast four-hundred times and there was nothing there. Adell isn't dead, but he definitely isn't there." Joey announced, the irritation in his voice rising dramatically.
"Doggy-trained huh...yeah I get it...well then I guess I'll just go myself." Elijah groaned, hoping to ease the absurdity of his statement with his trademark stretching groans. "You can still manually operate this shit-can right? Let's give it one last go and warp."
Joey sprang out of his chair and began nimble stretches to relieve the fact that he'd been sitting there for days. Obviously intrigued by Elijah's statement, it lacked convincing. "What if Bee needs us and she's dying? What if there is an emergency and he turns up elsewhere? We're dead. Soran is one of the few planets that will eat us alive. You can't go down there—"
Elijah chuckled, looking around at the blood-encrusted plates here and there, occasional grey matter hovering trough the ship near them, raising heavy questions of their hygiene.
"We're going to die anyways right?"
Thus the last vessel of HAVOC's original regime, the Leviathan II — rebuilt after the original Leviathan was destroyed by Beramode Pendragon, shifting through space as if awaiting whatever fate would befall the forgotten Zodiac-class ship.
"You know..." Joey began to chuckle, tossing a rubber ball high into the sky only to catch it moments later, "My professor used to always tell me I'd be a preacher."
Elijah, a quick-sword master of speed and velocity, moved his head just barely to hear what words Joey had to say. "Oh yeah?"
"Yeah...he said science would never bring me happiness...there'd be too many questions...never enough answers..."
"That's pretty gay...but actually pretty true." Elijah sighed, recrossing his arms along his bare chest. "You regret being here huh?"
"No way...even though my best friend died for something that means absolutely nothing...he's still my bestfriend."
"Enough with the gay comments..." Elijah groaned. With both of his feet crossed and on the display monitors where statistical data and input commands were usually viewed, he jerked in the commander's seat to scratch his back before readjusting himself and his feet on the monitor.
"Do you mind?! You're destroying the ship!" Joey yelled.
"You are such a fucking cornball Joey..." Elijah snapped with a light English accent, obviously mocking Joey. "Why do you care so much anyways? This ship is almost done. We're almost done. Enjoy our last days defending this heap of trash..."
Joey had to admit, Elijah had a point. The ship was beyond repairable condition and had endured the pain of many battles, most of which were to survive. And all to cling to the loyalty of a man who had abandoned them? Everyone had died believing in a man who selfishly threw his life away and disappeared as the hope keeping many people alive. But was it his fault? In their days since they had last made contact with civilization their minds had begun to degenerate. Without hope, without anything to look forward to, they lost their will to live, at least everyone else had. All that remained was Joey and Elijah, the only two who hadn't broken the cycle of realizing their situation. For how much longer would they remain?
"He'll be back...he's coming back I assure you..."
"Still protecting a man that's dead...that's admirable. It's no wonder we aren't dead yet..."
"No, you're wrong...I'm protecting a man who put his life on the line for mine...it's called..."
Joey slowly trailed off staring at their coffin, the place they had sworn their brotherhood and service to. Bee had been in command, but following the collapse of HAVOC she left its crew to die, sacrificing those of the old regime to salvage what was left of its reputation. Elijah understood, as a veteran soldier of Nibiru so advanced and intellectual at his age, his cerulean eyes held a frosty resolve behind golden hair, most of which grew freely across his crown — short but wild. While Joey began to progress mentally, changing his perception over their lingering doom, Elijah had other things unfolding in his dual processing mind.
"What if he's still there..." Elijah's eyes narrowed, his left hand gripping tighter on the scabbard of Fuyusuki. "What if he's there and we just can't see him?"
"Now who sounds insane..." Joey chuckled, reaching to the side of Elijah seat to grab the bottle of rum near him. Before his fragile hand could reach; a gentle seat of Elijah's sheathed katana brought focus back to their conversation that had once dissolved.
"I mean it...we used every visible-scan we had but all that turned up were irregular energy ratings...what if we applied it on a tenth-dimensional diagram of space time. Wouldn't it render differently? Or is that not how science works?"
"This is why you adrenaline junkie fast guys should stay in your place, Elijah. We trimmed over Soran atleast four-hundred times and there was nothing there. Adell isn't dead, but he definitely isn't there." Joey announced, the irritation in his voice rising dramatically.
"Doggy-trained huh...yeah I get it...well then I guess I'll just go myself." Elijah groaned, hoping to ease the absurdity of his statement with his trademark stretching groans. "You can still manually operate this shit-can right? Let's give it one last go and warp."
Joey sprang out of his chair and began nimble stretches to relieve the fact that he'd been sitting there for days. Obviously intrigued by Elijah's statement, it lacked convincing. "What if Bee needs us and she's dying? What if there is an emergency and he turns up elsewhere? We're dead. Soran is one of the few planets that will eat us alive. You can't go down there—"
Elijah chuckled, looking around at the blood-encrusted plates here and there, occasional grey matter hovering trough the ship near them, raising heavy questions of their hygiene.
"We're going to die anyways right?"