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Into the Breach, ii.; Rub the Pathos In quest
Topic Started: May 24 2011, 10:21 AM (146 Views)
Glacier
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Heir to the Throne
The ship’s silence rivaled that of a graveyard. The majority of the crew was busy
sleeping off their drunken states – they’d left just as the sun had begun to rise on
Earth’s horizon. None of Glacier’s allies had thought it necessary to sleep prior to
leaving. Fortunately, that meant that the Changeling had the ship to himself. As
The Treasurer
soared through the endless void of space, the entirety of the ship’s
interior had been darkened to accommodate Glacier’s sleeping compatriots – save
for a single light over the command console where the Changeling pilot sat.

Though, truth-be-told, ‘pilot’ was a rather generous title to grant him at the moment.
Glacier was letting the ship do the vast majority of the world, while he simply sat
at the helm, scanning the copy of Did you know . . . that the earthling bean
farmer had given him. He found details of other races fascinating, and was learning
significantly more than he ever had before. The book was ripe with knowledge
about the entire galaxy, and Glacier enjoyed learning all that he could. He glazed
over certain boring parts – the wars on Earth were so dull; especially the parts
with nuclear weapons – and instead sought out interesting tidbits to keep him

entertained as he flew.

In particular, he was intrigued at how the Saiyan social caste operated based on the
military ranking structure. It seemed like such an odd way to categorize society,
based on birthright alone; particularly since so many people were capable of
overcoming the burdens of their genetics. Then again, Glacier pondered, much of
his own life had been spent utilizing his own birthright. Staring out the window into
endless nothingness, he didn’t even hear Hex approaching until he coughed.

Turning the chair around, the ship’s lights automatically activated due to the
Meguma-jin’s presence, illuminating the (still drunk) sergeant. Hex had grabbed
a bottle of water to wash the taste of alcohol out of his mouth, and then slowly
stumbled to an adjacent chair. Glacier remained silent as he watched the Meguma-
jin’s actions.

This is the alcohol talkin’. I want you to know that, because
you’re not gonna like what I have to say.


Glacier closed the book, setting on the console behind him. Leaning forward, the
Changeling stared at the aging soldier, awaiting the offenses to come.

. . . have you thought about what you’re gonna do when this
is over? You thought about what happens when Chill’s dead? ‘Cause, what I’m
wonderin’ something that the other guys aren’t – yet. They will, eventually. But they
ain’t there yet. What I’m wonderin’ is, if this works. If we kill him, what then? I
know this is strange soundin’, but I didn’t fully understand what would happen then.
Now I do. Once that bastard’s dead, then YOU’RE the king. Then YOU’RE the guy on
the throne. That fancy chair’s on your ass. And that thought bothers me, because it
got me wonderin’ . . . is that what all of this is really about? [/
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Glacier
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No, Glacier answered immediately, without
hesitation. that’s not at all what this is about.
Stop with that laconic bullshit! Tell me, what is it about? And
don’t say this is about your daddy. Sorry, kid, but you didn’t even know ‘im. I did,
and I’m not the one stagin’ this whole shindig. But then again, I couldn’t get people
to agree to me sittin’ on the throne, now could I? You could. You got a right nice little
claim to it. So, please, I wanna know: what’s this about? Are you really usin’ us for
THIS? Is this really some single-minded goal for you to wear a crown? Are you really
just another dirty fuckin’ power hungerer?


Glacier waited for Hex to take a long drink from the water. After gulping it down,

their eyes remained locked with one another like the horns of rival bulls; finally,
the Changeling spoke. His voice remained rapid and eloquent, as if he knew exactly
what to say, as if he’d practiced this. As if he knew exactly what he was talking
about.

I don’t care if a crown ever touches my head or a throne my
ass. Frankly, if neither happens, I’ll probably be all the better for it. This isn’t about
power, and this isn’t about me wanting the throne, but this is single-minded. I’m
doing this for revenge. You’re right, though, it’s not for my father – not just for him.
It’s for me. The life I was supposed to have was robbed from me. The family I was
supposed to have got taken away. And instead, I had . . . what I had.

Hex knew about Glacier’s past, his training; his experiences.
And you know what it did to me? It didn’t make me a harbinger for justice. It didn’t
fill me with an undying need for gold and power. It made me dark. It made
me vicious. I am filled to the brim with a desire to see that man dead, and to see
everything he loves burned to the ground. I’m not angry, do not mistake this for
rage. Anger can be spent, it can go away, it can exhaust itself. This is something else.
I have a lust in the pit of my stomach to hold Chill’s beating heart in my hands, and
to crush it right before his eyes. I can’t change that, I’ve tried. I’ve tried to forget. I’ve
tried to forgive. I can’t. This is who I am, and this is exactly what I would be doing
with or without you. I don’t have a plan once he’s dead. I don’t know what I’ll do,
and I don’t know what will happen. But honestly? I suspect it won’t change the way I
feel. I suspect my emptiness, my shallowness will never really go away. This is not a
crusade, this is me. My cause will hopefully bring peace to some, joy to others,
and will finally avenge the memory of my father. But frankly? I’m doing this because
I don’t know how not to do it.


Hex remained quiet, then glanced to the console.

PTO minin’ ship’s sending out a distress call. We should pick ‘em
up.

I’d rather not.

Standing, Hex inputed the coordinates and changed the ship’s trajectory; they were
going to get the stranded crew.

Nah, we should. They give good rewards to the people who
help ‘em out. Besides, you gotta learn somethin’ kid: not everyone in the PTO is bad.


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