Grey... Grey walls, grey tables, grey chairs, grey food... Everything was grey. Small grey food room in a dirty out of the way corridor, in a grey corner of the RSS station.
Strangely, it was only space that seemed full of colour these days. Shiny ships, shiny stars, shiny rounds of ammo, bright shiny missiles... even brighter, shinier, ship tearing explosions.
"I've been away too long", I muttered into my Quafe. "Everything has lost colour".
A loud thud on the table brings me out of my thoughts. Faces turn back to their conversations, drinks, food, or secrets... Lying in front of me sits a pristine, and still shrink wrapped slab of a book. Standing at the other side of the table is the gift giver. Abrirk Goggert. Just standing there, looming over the table grinning at me.
-Military Connections-
"I need my mission runner back". He slid the book over to me. "Here is an incentive. Enjoy it. You've worked hard in the past for it". His grin changes into something more sinister. "I need Terrazan's head. You've got 24hrs". He leans forward and picks up my Quafe and finishes it for me. "Today is your last day before I hand it over to someone else, plus I'll spread the word around that you're no longer up to it". He turns and heads out of the door, into the grey.
I pick up and stare into the bottom of my Quafe and watch the sludge slowly slide down the side of the container. It's grey. I look at the integrated Neocom on my wrist and message Aura to ready the ship, pick up my skill book and head for the docking bays.
Time to put some colour back into my life...
Saturday, February 24, 2007
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