Zeven Ekkel
Aug 17th, 2010, 02:05:29 AM
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Blinding bright lights, dimming, blurring, focusing, sharpening. Objects began to take shape. The fluid air smelled fresh. One breath, rejuvenated. Green. Green from the leaves of the trees that grew strong and healthy; green from the lush grass that softened every step. And in the middle of it all was a lake. A lake that glistened from the rays of the setting sun which painted the skies with an orange hue. A quiet peace blanketed the air The sound of fingers running through water. A beautiful woman bathed in in the cool, refreshing water. Delicately, her hand dipped into the water, rippling away into nothing. Pouring the water onto herself, it split into beads, rolling down her golden skin, trickling down to the bottom, caressing the curves of her body. She was as gentle to the water as it was to her. The sun warmed her heart and soul that glowed through her. She was hypnotizing, entrancing.
Slowly, leaves began to flutter, branches began to creek, trees began to rustle. The wind picked up, breezing its way through and violently pushing and then shoving the merciful trees. The earth began to quiver, shake, rumble, tremble. It cracked. It split open as if hell was opening up. And from the cracks appeared a giant, fat and disgusting monstrous creature, crawling its way out with its flailing legs with its bug-like body. The portrait of a peace was destroyed. The sun was gone and clouds had set above the cold dark skies. There was no moon, there were no stars. It was the apocalypse. The lake had disappeared. The woman vanished. The enormous creature screeched, thumped, and destroyed everything in sight..
Zeven suddenly saw himself in the middle of chaos, in front of the monster. He stared at the creature and slowly took a step back, trying to escape unnoticed. As he took a step back, he tripped and fell on his back. The creature stepped closer, shaking the ground. Zeven tried to push himself up. Nothing. He could not move a limb. His body was paralyzed. Sweat drenched his body and clothes. His heart beating faster than he thought it could beat. AHHHHHHHHHH!!! Suddenly, in one quick sweep, the monster threw its large, heavy body, crushing him.
He could not breathe.
Black out.
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Wake up.
Zeven's eyes opened widely. He saw nothing. He could not breathe. A pillow lay on his face, suffocating him. He coughed and struggled to breathe again, throwing the pillow away from him. Face covered in sweat, heart beating like drum, he shouted: “GEEZ!” There was no way he would get back to sleep.
Zeven was no stranger to nightmares, however, the older he got, the more intense and realistic they felt. In the bathroom, he splashed water on his face, thinking that would cause him to forget his nightmare completely but it never did. He brushed his teeth, rinsed, and spit.
In the kitchen, Zeven poured himself a glass of ice cold water and practically bathed himself drinking it as if he'd been in the deserts of Tatooine for days. Setting the glass down, he began to stare away blankly, still caught up in the details of his dream. He shook his head, realizing his head was in the clouds. Pans hung in an organized fashion above the kitchen counter. Grabbing one, Zeven flipped the burner switch and began heating the pan. He grabbed two eggs from the refrigerator, cracked them into a bowl, scrambled them with a whisk and switched on the HoloNet. The pan sizzled when the slimy eggs poured down on it. After a couple of minutes, the eggs were scooped up, set on a plate, and devoured. Plate washed and set to dry, Zeven switched off the HoloNet to which he had not paid attention but instead used as background noise to ease the tense silence of his apartment.
“Uniforms are for people who are uniform,” Zeven mumbled to himself as he dressed himself in his CorSec uniform. He adjusted his collar in front of the mirror, combed hair, and put on glasses that practically covered his face. Grabbing a suitcase he had set on is desk, he looked at himself in the mirror one last time and made minor adjustments and bolted right out the door of his apartment.
Zeven stepped onto the public hovertrain that would lead him to his destination. Hovertrains in Coronet were always crowded at this time. Hovertrains were a good example of the diversity of Coronet: Businesspeople reading their newspapers on their way to the Corellian Stock Exchange, students going to Corellia University, homeless people making their way around town to find shelter, families on vacation visiting the tourist sites. For Zeven, it was just another day.
“One CorSec Plaza. Exit here for Corellian Security Force Headquarters.”
Zeven exited the hovertrain with a large crowd that dispersed itself in all directions like cockroaches toward multiple exits of the station. Arriving in front of a personnel lift, he flashed his identification card to the security droid that scanned its authenticity.
“Please state your name,” said the droid in a monotonous low tone.
“Zeven Ekkel,” Zeven replied. The droid verified Zeven's voice frequency and took a snapshot for face recognition.
ACCESS GRANTED
Zeven stepped onto the lift that took him straight up the building. Arriving to his destination, the lift stopped. Upon the doors opening he saw CorSec officers walking across the corridors, each assigned different tasks, different missions, and different positions. He sifting through the other officers to his station where he pressed the button on his desk that triggered multiple hologram screens that surrounded him. “Nothing new, as usual,” Zeven mumbled to himself. Streams of lines filled the screens. Zeven was assigned to monitor any security breaches, fix holes, update programs, and reprogram droids or ships. Everything was routine. He did not find the challenge to the job. There were "slicers" (http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Slicer) that would try to breach through the security system but their attempts were always amateur and petty. Zeven believed that they had some guts to call themselves slicers. Since most programs had already been written for each of his tasks, he would just sit behind the holograms all day and make sure each line was loading itself correctly. Data enters, data exits. Data enters... data exits
“Data enters... data exits...,” he sighed, as his eyelids slowly shut.
Blinding bright lights, dimming, blurring, focusing, sharpening. Objects began to take shape. The fluid air smelled fresh. One breath, rejuvenated. Green. Green from the leaves of the trees that grew strong and healthy; green from the lush grass that softened every step. And in the middle of it all was a lake. A lake that glistened from the rays of the setting sun which painted the skies with an orange hue. A quiet peace blanketed the air The sound of fingers running through water. A beautiful woman bathed in in the cool, refreshing water. Delicately, her hand dipped into the water, rippling away into nothing. Pouring the water onto herself, it split into beads, rolling down her golden skin, trickling down to the bottom, caressing the curves of her body. She was as gentle to the water as it was to her. The sun warmed her heart and soul that glowed through her. She was hypnotizing, entrancing.
Slowly, leaves began to flutter, branches began to creek, trees began to rustle. The wind picked up, breezing its way through and violently pushing and then shoving the merciful trees. The earth began to quiver, shake, rumble, tremble. It cracked. It split open as if hell was opening up. And from the cracks appeared a giant, fat and disgusting monstrous creature, crawling its way out with its flailing legs with its bug-like body. The portrait of a peace was destroyed. The sun was gone and clouds had set above the cold dark skies. There was no moon, there were no stars. It was the apocalypse. The lake had disappeared. The woman vanished. The enormous creature screeched, thumped, and destroyed everything in sight..
Zeven suddenly saw himself in the middle of chaos, in front of the monster. He stared at the creature and slowly took a step back, trying to escape unnoticed. As he took a step back, he tripped and fell on his back. The creature stepped closer, shaking the ground. Zeven tried to push himself up. Nothing. He could not move a limb. His body was paralyzed. Sweat drenched his body and clothes. His heart beating faster than he thought it could beat. AHHHHHHHHHH!!! Suddenly, in one quick sweep, the monster threw its large, heavy body, crushing him.
He could not breathe.
Black out.
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Wake up.
Zeven's eyes opened widely. He saw nothing. He could not breathe. A pillow lay on his face, suffocating him. He coughed and struggled to breathe again, throwing the pillow away from him. Face covered in sweat, heart beating like drum, he shouted: “GEEZ!” There was no way he would get back to sleep.
Zeven was no stranger to nightmares, however, the older he got, the more intense and realistic they felt. In the bathroom, he splashed water on his face, thinking that would cause him to forget his nightmare completely but it never did. He brushed his teeth, rinsed, and spit.
In the kitchen, Zeven poured himself a glass of ice cold water and practically bathed himself drinking it as if he'd been in the deserts of Tatooine for days. Setting the glass down, he began to stare away blankly, still caught up in the details of his dream. He shook his head, realizing his head was in the clouds. Pans hung in an organized fashion above the kitchen counter. Grabbing one, Zeven flipped the burner switch and began heating the pan. He grabbed two eggs from the refrigerator, cracked them into a bowl, scrambled them with a whisk and switched on the HoloNet. The pan sizzled when the slimy eggs poured down on it. After a couple of minutes, the eggs were scooped up, set on a plate, and devoured. Plate washed and set to dry, Zeven switched off the HoloNet to which he had not paid attention but instead used as background noise to ease the tense silence of his apartment.
“Uniforms are for people who are uniform,” Zeven mumbled to himself as he dressed himself in his CorSec uniform. He adjusted his collar in front of the mirror, combed hair, and put on glasses that practically covered his face. Grabbing a suitcase he had set on is desk, he looked at himself in the mirror one last time and made minor adjustments and bolted right out the door of his apartment.
Zeven stepped onto the public hovertrain that would lead him to his destination. Hovertrains in Coronet were always crowded at this time. Hovertrains were a good example of the diversity of Coronet: Businesspeople reading their newspapers on their way to the Corellian Stock Exchange, students going to Corellia University, homeless people making their way around town to find shelter, families on vacation visiting the tourist sites. For Zeven, it was just another day.
“One CorSec Plaza. Exit here for Corellian Security Force Headquarters.”
Zeven exited the hovertrain with a large crowd that dispersed itself in all directions like cockroaches toward multiple exits of the station. Arriving in front of a personnel lift, he flashed his identification card to the security droid that scanned its authenticity.
“Please state your name,” said the droid in a monotonous low tone.
“Zeven Ekkel,” Zeven replied. The droid verified Zeven's voice frequency and took a snapshot for face recognition.
ACCESS GRANTED
Zeven stepped onto the lift that took him straight up the building. Arriving to his destination, the lift stopped. Upon the doors opening he saw CorSec officers walking across the corridors, each assigned different tasks, different missions, and different positions. He sifting through the other officers to his station where he pressed the button on his desk that triggered multiple hologram screens that surrounded him. “Nothing new, as usual,” Zeven mumbled to himself. Streams of lines filled the screens. Zeven was assigned to monitor any security breaches, fix holes, update programs, and reprogram droids or ships. Everything was routine. He did not find the challenge to the job. There were "slicers" (http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Slicer) that would try to breach through the security system but their attempts were always amateur and petty. Zeven believed that they had some guts to call themselves slicers. Since most programs had already been written for each of his tasks, he would just sit behind the holograms all day and make sure each line was loading itself correctly. Data enters, data exits. Data enters... data exits
“Data enters... data exits...,” he sighed, as his eyelids slowly shut.