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yellowthirteen) wrote2010-03-19 04:25 pm
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The Fifth Sortie [Action/Voice]
[The winter's finally coming to a close and the weather's finally growing fairer. This draws the reclusive Yellow 13 out into the village. Winter was never his favorite season. The cold weather caused icing problems on many aircraft and snow frequently grounded his squadron's flights back in Erusea. Spring's coming was a wonderful thing.
Bored with mostly just reading fiction and studying the few aeronautics textbooks he managed to borrow from the library, Thirteen sought something different. Here he began browsing the shelves in the history section, where a couple of books caught his eye: Mobius: How a Single Fighter Plane Turned the Tide of the Usean Continental War and Operation Katina: Erusea's Last Stand.
He quickly picked up and checked out these books, and has since moved outside. He's heading for Good Spirits, where he plans on reading for awhile. Feel free to run into him on the way or bother him while he's there. After awhile, though, he'll pick up his journal and speak into it.
His voice carries with it a certain melancholy and fatigue, however.]
Has anyone arrived here... and learned the future of their world? Beyond the scope of what they could know? And has that... been a blessing or a curse?
Bored with mostly just reading fiction and studying the few aeronautics textbooks he managed to borrow from the library, Thirteen sought something different. Here he began browsing the shelves in the history section, where a couple of books caught his eye: Mobius: How a Single Fighter Plane Turned the Tide of the Usean Continental War and Operation Katina: Erusea's Last Stand.
He quickly picked up and checked out these books, and has since moved outside. He's heading for Good Spirits, where he plans on reading for awhile. Feel free to run into him on the way or bother him while he's there. After awhile, though, he'll pick up his journal and speak into it.
His voice carries with it a certain melancholy and fatigue, however.]
Has anyone arrived here... and learned the future of their world? Beyond the scope of what they could know? And has that... been a blessing or a curse?
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...Dying? Hadn't heard about that before. ...The invasion though. That I did hear about. I'm sorry you had to experience something like that. War... war is not a glorious thing.
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I didn't have to be on the front lines for the invasion though...not that it helped much. [She still got wounded pretty badly.]
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He's silent for a handful of moments, lost in thought.]
It's an injustice that things like that happen, even here.
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...I'll still do my duty and protect the people I can. And hopefully we'll never have something like the invasion happen here again.
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Hope and peace are what any soldier worth his title should be fighting for.
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