Post by Faolan Skye on Oct 5, 2013 18:15:44 GMT
OPEN TO EIRAL'S
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He stood before the large glass window in his office. looking down upon the hustle and bustle of the Reception Area. Patrols arrived and departed wearing the green and gold of the EIRA, checking in with the desk sergeant before moving out to their various posts or retiring back to their bunks. Some would even be heading back out to return home to their families, as he once had, but a majority lived on site. The amenities of the barracks were well known and in the case of most were their reason for joining. A warm bed and a hot meal every day was more than they had ever known on the streets, not to mention the fitness facilities and the parlor, where you could always find a friendly word or a game of cards.
Such things drew recruits as much as any other reason. There would always be others who came because of duty, or honor, or fame, or even because they had no other choice. He hadn't chosen this career, but it had certainly chosen him. He'd had dreams of seeing other lands, of traveling and finding himself on the network of railways and air ships. Hell, maybe he'd have been one hell of a sky pirate. Where was that boy now? That young kid who took everything lightly and never let the world grind him down. He'd had so many dreams, and now where were they? Ground to dust? Every morning when he woke, he looked in the mirror wondering if he would ever see that boy again. But that boy was gone, lost with the pull of a trigger and the tip of a blade.
He brushed such thoughts aside. There was no solace in the past, only more pain and suffering. He had a job to do here. The recruits were assembling down in the lobby and he had need to inspect them. To see if they had what it took to wear the colors and to keep the city safe from things even more sinister and deadly than those black blooded aliens. The new queen spoke of peace and restoration, but to him this was only the eye of the storm, the calm before it all came crashing down, and he would see that his men were ready for the task that lay before them. He didn't have the privilege to worry about how many of these kids would be loosing their innocence.
Such things drew recruits as much as any other reason. There would always be others who came because of duty, or honor, or fame, or even because they had no other choice. He hadn't chosen this career, but it had certainly chosen him. He'd had dreams of seeing other lands, of traveling and finding himself on the network of railways and air ships. Hell, maybe he'd have been one hell of a sky pirate. Where was that boy now? That young kid who took everything lightly and never let the world grind him down. He'd had so many dreams, and now where were they? Ground to dust? Every morning when he woke, he looked in the mirror wondering if he would ever see that boy again. But that boy was gone, lost with the pull of a trigger and the tip of a blade.
He brushed such thoughts aside. There was no solace in the past, only more pain and suffering. He had a job to do here. The recruits were assembling down in the lobby and he had need to inspect them. To see if they had what it took to wear the colors and to keep the city safe from things even more sinister and deadly than those black blooded aliens. The new queen spoke of peace and restoration, but to him this was only the eye of the storm, the calm before it all came crashing down, and he would see that his men were ready for the task that lay before them. He didn't have the privilege to worry about how many of these kids would be loosing their innocence.