Khendon Sevon
Aug 23rd, 2002, 01:44:56 PM
Khendon longed to be in Kyry’s loving arms, to caress her gentle, olive skin and stair into her mystical jade eyes. He wished to be surrounded by her tenderness and affection, he yearned for her sweet, rosy lips—the devilish things that had ensnared his own so many times. But this could not be, he had a mission so important that he could not tell even his one, true soul mate of it.
Small things like the way Kyry ran her hands through his hair drove him crazy and burnt sensual memories into his mind which drove him even crazier when he was parted from her. The great commander stood on the bridge of his mightiest, and undoubtedly the galaxy’s mightiest, vessel, the legendary Erebus. He shifted his weight lethargically and sighed, his mind returning to a vice and the goals he had set for himself.
The sole remaining Sevon touched the transparasteel and recalled today’s events…
Khendon had awoke in his office, his face planted firmly on a stack of papers, eyes dull and bloodshot from his preparations, which had not included sleep of any kind; but, which was thrust upon him by his body’s inability to stay awake for more than a week at a time. The new leader of the Imperial Federacy had lifted himself off the table and strode up, out of his office on Omerose. He had carried only a satchel with him, which contained a few changes of clothing, ID, and a Sevon Rifle, Co., pistol with a few extra clips.
The special occasion, which had drawn him from his nest of operations, had to do with a promise, one he had to keep. The ex-Vice Diktat took a shuttle to a nearby asteroid where, in its wake, sat the mightiest of craft ever to breathe fire from its engines, which were silent now. Scaffolding surrounding the still devices like a dark web spun by an insane, giant spider. The craft was missing two of the engines, empty sockets left where they had once been.
As Khendon’s shuttle passed the asteroid, his rear visual sensors picked up the station built on the outside. He had requisitioned its construction before the war, when a fault had been detected in the wiring of the Erebus’s engines, a fault that could, if it hadn’t been detected, have had fatal consequences.
Dim lights glowed eerily in the darkness, unnatural shadows being thrown all over the asteroid’s hard, thirty-kilometer surface. The facility was filled with crack mechanics, technicians, and engineers who had worked tirelessly for weeks to replace four of the six engines on the dark creature that sat meters away from the smooth surface of the base.
Khendon had boarded the craft while the crews changed, powered up the hyperdrive, and escaped into the comfort of the blue tunnel—hyperspace.
He shook himself out of the recollection and turned on his heel, “Send message,” he said with a sober tone in his voice, and the message was transmitted to Kyry, far away in another sector. The Erebus had stopped of a planet, one that was almost entirely engulfed by water, except for a few small islands.
The message that the strategist had sent was brief and simply explained his absence to his love using a lie that stated he would be inspected far off outposts for the next week or so, he hoped she would believe it, but felt doubtful. The computer replied with conformation of it having been sent.
Khendon Sevon commanded the craft to take orbit and strolled slowly to the turbolift, he would need a change of clothing.
Small things like the way Kyry ran her hands through his hair drove him crazy and burnt sensual memories into his mind which drove him even crazier when he was parted from her. The great commander stood on the bridge of his mightiest, and undoubtedly the galaxy’s mightiest, vessel, the legendary Erebus. He shifted his weight lethargically and sighed, his mind returning to a vice and the goals he had set for himself.
The sole remaining Sevon touched the transparasteel and recalled today’s events…
Khendon had awoke in his office, his face planted firmly on a stack of papers, eyes dull and bloodshot from his preparations, which had not included sleep of any kind; but, which was thrust upon him by his body’s inability to stay awake for more than a week at a time. The new leader of the Imperial Federacy had lifted himself off the table and strode up, out of his office on Omerose. He had carried only a satchel with him, which contained a few changes of clothing, ID, and a Sevon Rifle, Co., pistol with a few extra clips.
The special occasion, which had drawn him from his nest of operations, had to do with a promise, one he had to keep. The ex-Vice Diktat took a shuttle to a nearby asteroid where, in its wake, sat the mightiest of craft ever to breathe fire from its engines, which were silent now. Scaffolding surrounding the still devices like a dark web spun by an insane, giant spider. The craft was missing two of the engines, empty sockets left where they had once been.
As Khendon’s shuttle passed the asteroid, his rear visual sensors picked up the station built on the outside. He had requisitioned its construction before the war, when a fault had been detected in the wiring of the Erebus’s engines, a fault that could, if it hadn’t been detected, have had fatal consequences.
Dim lights glowed eerily in the darkness, unnatural shadows being thrown all over the asteroid’s hard, thirty-kilometer surface. The facility was filled with crack mechanics, technicians, and engineers who had worked tirelessly for weeks to replace four of the six engines on the dark creature that sat meters away from the smooth surface of the base.
Khendon had boarded the craft while the crews changed, powered up the hyperdrive, and escaped into the comfort of the blue tunnel—hyperspace.
He shook himself out of the recollection and turned on his heel, “Send message,” he said with a sober tone in his voice, and the message was transmitted to Kyry, far away in another sector. The Erebus had stopped of a planet, one that was almost entirely engulfed by water, except for a few small islands.
The message that the strategist had sent was brief and simply explained his absence to his love using a lie that stated he would be inspected far off outposts for the next week or so, he hoped she would believe it, but felt doubtful. The computer replied with conformation of it having been sent.
Khendon Sevon commanded the craft to take orbit and strolled slowly to the turbolift, he would need a change of clothing.