Introduction
Who is Revy Daidros?
Broken Strands: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9
Rough and Tumble: The Rush
Rough and Tumble: Chasing the Prize
Rough and Tumble: Ransom
Remembrance: The Beginning
Remembrance: Graduation Day
Remembrance: Beloved
Remembrance: Data Trails
Broken Strands: Part 1, The Dream
“Dust. The dreams. It seems I can’t escape from it… It has been two weeks since it happened. I can’t escape...”
She mumbles, almost inaudibly.
Small portions of the same dream, are revealed in tiny truncated slivers each night. Fourteen nights of restless sleep, and this wicked puzzle slowly comes together. This night has been different so far; no dreams, no pieces, no clues… just a dull relentless pain.
Revy Daidros sits in darkness, her lithe form folded over the intricate glowing consoles set up in front of her. Her dark brown hair is usually pinned up in an alluring way, but tonight it is a mess. Hands cupped over her ears, she rocks forward slightly, as if feeling an intense sudden pain in her head. The dull red monitors under her cast long shadows into the small chamber. The destroyer is vacant- thankfully, she wouldn’t want anyone to see this. Only the sounds of her panicked breathing break the silence.“What is this… why can’t I remember it?”
She slowly lowers her hands from her ears as the intense sound only she can hear diminishes. Wiping away tears that have formed around her beautiful brown eyes, Revy sits back into the form fitting chair. Moments pass while she begins to repair her composure and assumes the confident and charismatic aura most know her so well for.
She sighs and stretches briefly before tripping a switch with the heel of her right knee-high boot. Immediately a pale green light begins to flood every chamber of the ship, revealing a network of narrow maintenance lanes and empty weapon bays. Normally these bays would be stockpiled with ammunitions, but no weapon turret has been installed on this ship. Instead, this destroyer was built for speed, maneuverability. The fact that she pushes her mechanics limits is well demonstrated when the eight massive engines rapidly fire to life. A loud series of booms rock the hanger, sending small shockwaves rippling thru it as if the air where water. She grins playfully. Messages of warning resound around her, alerting her that she has not been cleared for departure. She waits briefly, mildly impatient until a Federation Customs agent appears on the nanite-cam inset in her left iris.“You are ready to undock now Ms. Daidros - please give us a moment next time before you engage your boosters.”
The agent declares with apparent uneasiness. The visage of the agent then abruptly fades and with it the sounds from the main operations tower. Much to her pleasure.“I hate it when she does that.”
They both watch intently from far above hanger 438 as Revy’s Catalyst undocks from the gigantic quiet station.
The agent declares.
“Yeah, but she’s earned her right to traipse around here as she does.”
Another mentions.“At least she doesn’t do that in the Odyssey.”
Looking about her monitors, the beautiful Gallentean woman seems changed somehow. Confident, at peace, this is where she belongs. Almost instantaneously, she wills the ship to its destination, and a series of jump gates are immediately programmed into the route. She smiles playfully and aligns the ship for her first jump. Her smile fades after a few moments, and a look of serious urgency is left in its place.
The other shakes his head in annoyance.“Okay. I am not crazy. I know something happened out there. I don’t care how long it takes, but I will find out what.”
She closes her eyes as the tremendous momentum of the ships warp drive slowly pulls her into dizzying warp speeds. Wincing, she begins to recall the dream, not by choice, but by something else..“Why must I continue to think of it??”
As the ship hurtles thru space, Revy begins remembering portions of the dream. Sending her well-disciplined mind spinning into a cacophony of uncontrollable thoughts. The ship begins to shudder and buckle because of it, as her mind is directly linked to every aspect of the ship. Such thoughts can be dangerous while plugged in, let alone while the warp drive is active. Visions of the dream come pouring into her mind, and just before they infest it completely, she wills the autopilot to take control. Then there is only the dream left in her.
~~~
…I am surrounded by drones.
I see a large structure in the distance, they are protecting the hive.
There are so many.
Dust. Debris.
The light of the sun is obscured by it, they want it that way.
I pick up some kind of resonance.
A sound.
My ship, Odyssey, can handle this. I can handle this.
I am making progress.
The drones can’t sustain much longer.
And all at once, I… I can’t remember it.
What happened after this?
What is happening to me…
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