January 23, Yr 111. Pilot for Sarum a Fortiori.
She woke once again, a muffled scream and the cold sweat on her upper lip the only visible sign of struggle. She stared blankly around the sparsely filled room she called home since arriving at Fortiori as she reflected on the newest edition of a dream she'd had since childhood.
She remembered that first time, waking screaming and her father Tarkov had raced in to scoop her into her arms, followed by her two brothers Seeva and Takht. Her brothers had spent turns coming in to comfort her fears but Seeva being only 5 years older had taken it on himself to spend time on a cot with her and they had become close friends. There had been fitful nights for them all, as the dream came night after night, but as she matured it had come less often til only when she underwent tremendous trauma and hardships. She sat up wiping sleep from her eyes as she focused on the open datapad, the digital readout of 0311.
She held her head in her hands massaging her temples while reflecting on the latest change to an ongoing dream. Always before there were changes but never this dramatic. She sighed as she tried to make sense of it.
The dream was set when she is about 5 in age running up a path of stone and dirt heading up an embankment ... she is running toward something that seems to elude her, everything around her is in a muted red color.. trees grass and sky all appear a vivid ruddy red or blood red color. She never seemed to know what she was running toward, until now. She had finally arrived to the top of the embankment and looked over a ravine into a town below. She could see people she assumed were her family and friends running from death. Men had raided the town and were slaughtering and pillaging the village. Nothing was surviving in their wake. She also realized that what ever had been chasing her was closer than it ever had before... But again, the panic that always rose and transcended into reality had woke her before she had her answers.
She stood and began pacing the room wondering what triggered it to return, as she had been sure that graduating and beginning a career with Fortiori was the end of her troubled dream. Deckhard Aura was a tough man to work for however and often, she was in tears over clashes with his temper. She had few friends in the corp and fewer resources or training. She had met her newest "Pirate friend" through one of her many blunders. Flying into a low-sec region and getting caught in a station under gate-camp was not her smartest move. But she having rarely used standard Operating procedures had spoken to him in Local channels to diplomatically work things out, and one particular pirate had assured her safe passage. They had been friends since that moment.
It was Edward who had asked if he could help her learn a few things she was lacking, and after a training session just yesterday, he had casually asked her when she had been home to see her family last. He had encouraged her to do so, and in fact had shown her a few more tricks to stay alive in low sec regions. The dream returning tonight clinched it. She would head home on a loose system to system ratting as she headed home to Gehi to visit family.
Hitome surveyed her sparsely fit room, a small bed, a trunk with her meager belongings and a few weapons set out on a low slung table. It had taken alot to get her into combat pilot training after she had worked with Industry for most her life, and resources were limited after that, so Tarkov had told her. However, her Father had used his numerous ties and soon she had a position with Sarum A Fortiori and she had begin her pod Pilot days.
She stopped from pacing to look again at the time. 0328. She sat down at a small table filing a flight plan, submitting it to the docking Manager then she scurried around the room dressing, preparing, and was soon out the door heading toward the docks.
The only difficulty with her plan was that she had needed to get going before Commander Deckhard would be aware. She was certain he would never understand or agree. But the Harbinger she had got when her one good friend in Fortiori had donated a sizable sum into her account was her pride and joy. The insurance and fittings had depleted her account to nearly nothing, so she needed to get busy making some isk. Today's trip was going to be a nice escape from the boredom and repetition and silence of Fortiori. A twofold excursion of Ratting in belts on the way to and from Gehi.
She arrived on the dock at 0348, handing the finalized but loosely scheduled flight plan to the docking manager Scotty, then contacted Andrea to arrange her Crew Chief time to ready the ship. Time was of the essence, and she needing to be far away long before her CEO would ever know, for she was certain Deckhard Aura's response to her would be "get out to the missions and forget that insanity. You know your job so Do it, or I will blow that ship you are flying out of the skies."
Her mind was filled with thoughts past and future as she was prepared by crew to enter the pod that early morning. Just why that dream had resurfaced she still had no idea but she knew It felt good to have a plan and to be escaping back home after so long.
She remembered that first time, waking screaming and her father Tarkov had raced in to scoop her into her arms, followed by her two brothers Seeva and Takht. Her brothers had spent turns coming in to comfort her fears but Seeva being only 5 years older had taken it on himself to spend time on a cot with her and they had become close friends. There had been fitful nights for them all, as the dream came night after night, but as she matured it had come less often til only when she underwent tremendous trauma and hardships. She sat up wiping sleep from her eyes as she focused on the open datapad, the digital readout of 0311.
She held her head in her hands massaging her temples while reflecting on the latest change to an ongoing dream. Always before there were changes but never this dramatic. She sighed as she tried to make sense of it.
The dream was set when she is about 5 in age running up a path of stone and dirt heading up an embankment ... she is running toward something that seems to elude her, everything around her is in a muted red color.. trees grass and sky all appear a vivid ruddy red or blood red color. She never seemed to know what she was running toward, until now. She had finally arrived to the top of the embankment and looked over a ravine into a town below. She could see people she assumed were her family and friends running from death. Men had raided the town and were slaughtering and pillaging the village. Nothing was surviving in their wake. She also realized that what ever had been chasing her was closer than it ever had before... But again, the panic that always rose and transcended into reality had woke her before she had her answers.
She stood and began pacing the room wondering what triggered it to return, as she had been sure that graduating and beginning a career with Fortiori was the end of her troubled dream. Deckhard Aura was a tough man to work for however and often, she was in tears over clashes with his temper. She had few friends in the corp and fewer resources or training. She had met her newest "Pirate friend" through one of her many blunders. Flying into a low-sec region and getting caught in a station under gate-camp was not her smartest move. But she having rarely used standard Operating procedures had spoken to him in Local channels to diplomatically work things out, and one particular pirate had assured her safe passage. They had been friends since that moment.
It was Edward who had asked if he could help her learn a few things she was lacking, and after a training session just yesterday, he had casually asked her when she had been home to see her family last. He had encouraged her to do so, and in fact had shown her a few more tricks to stay alive in low sec regions. The dream returning tonight clinched it. She would head home on a loose system to system ratting as she headed home to Gehi to visit family.
Hitome surveyed her sparsely fit room, a small bed, a trunk with her meager belongings and a few weapons set out on a low slung table. It had taken alot to get her into combat pilot training after she had worked with Industry for most her life, and resources were limited after that, so Tarkov had told her. However, her Father had used his numerous ties and soon she had a position with Sarum A Fortiori and she had begin her pod Pilot days.
She stopped from pacing to look again at the time. 0328. She sat down at a small table filing a flight plan, submitting it to the docking Manager then she scurried around the room dressing, preparing, and was soon out the door heading toward the docks.
The only difficulty with her plan was that she had needed to get going before Commander Deckhard would be aware. She was certain he would never understand or agree. But the Harbinger she had got when her one good friend in Fortiori had donated a sizable sum into her account was her pride and joy. The insurance and fittings had depleted her account to nearly nothing, so she needed to get busy making some isk. Today's trip was going to be a nice escape from the boredom and repetition and silence of Fortiori. A twofold excursion of Ratting in belts on the way to and from Gehi.
She arrived on the dock at 0348, handing the finalized but loosely scheduled flight plan to the docking manager Scotty, then contacted Andrea to arrange her Crew Chief time to ready the ship. Time was of the essence, and she needing to be far away long before her CEO would ever know, for she was certain Deckhard Aura's response to her would be "get out to the missions and forget that insanity. You know your job so Do it, or I will blow that ship you are flying out of the skies."
Her mind was filled with thoughts past and future as she was prepared by crew to enter the pod that early morning. Just why that dream had resurfaced she still had no idea but she knew It felt good to have a plan and to be escaping back home after so long.
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