Journal of Dr. Iskra Narei: Hope
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Date: 268, 2183 CE
Location: Private Docking, Citadel
Aeia collected me on the day of my discharge. The scars from that day on the ice cap still tear pink through her azure skin, the only difference now is that she wears them as if they do not exist. I had heard she wore a veil for over a year…she had preferred to communicate through e-mail since my departure of Thessia.
The station was still abuzz of the attack that happened a few months ago. According to what I have heard, Geth attacked the Citadel with a ship none in this lifetime have seen. The power of the flagship had caused the death of thousands of soldiers and citizens alike.
It was truly hard to believe that such an attack happened after staring out of my hospital room for weeks at nothing but the clean, pristine Presidium. The truth had revealed itself as we made our way into the lower levels of the station. The smell of smoke and death pollute the air while metal twists and contorts from the once seamless walkways and walls, I even saw CSEC still pulling bodies from the rubble.
Aeia informed me she was taking me back to Thessia to heal. After all this time I have yet to become Whole again, the limp a visible indication of this. She claims the peace of that world will help, that focusing on healing, instead of what happened, will be the only way I will ever be strong enough to return to Rakhana.
I could see in her eyes that she knew as she spoke to me though. She could see my soul lay disconnected from my body, my dream sacrificed in place of my life…
Date: 305, 2183 CE
Location: Thessia
I have not been pushed so far to my limits since the time I was to be trained to be a weapon of the Hanar.
The commandos do not pity me nor treat me like a lesser. My limp is something they will beat out of me, or so says the leader, Fehale. Aeia handed me to her as soon as we landed. She claims the training of my biotics and my body will ready me for the return to Rakhana, that this will prevent my death before I can finish what I started.
Death is all that will force my soul back to that barren world.
She has a shackle upon my soul, waiting in the deep dark to pull me back as I fall into that final peace. My life does not belong to me, why do they wish me to fight for it still?
Ducking, diving, weaving. Each motion flowed through the Drell’s body as if she was simply air, gently gliding around the obstacles she passed. Viewed in silence, this woman would just be another dancer in a world that bore so many. The chaos that shattered the silence that was never there spoke of something more malicious.
Trainee after trainee fell, their time there longer than half her lifetime yet the doctor who forgot nothing tore through them like a rampaging Yahg. Her feet silent. Her body a flicker in the shadows. The prey becoming the predator.
Iskra ran through the training simulation Whole again. Reflexes that would take a lifetime taught in just a few short months, her biotics stronger than before, a mind almost once again at peace.
Date: 54, 2184 CE
Location: Thessia
Aeia came to see me finally. After months I feel as if I should be angry at the woman for leaving me here but I feel nothing but shame when she embraces me. After all this, everything she’s given me.
My dream. My soul. My life.
I will turn her down her offer to return to my homeworld.
In the nights of silent contemplation, my memories still haunt me. The screams of the dying, my brethren’s deaths who stain my hands in blood, the ghosts that still haunt their bodies that lay discarded across the land by the gods.
For my sanity, I know I can never return. There is no hope in that place. I will only find more pain. It was a childish dream and I was a fool to have followed it.
Aeia wishes to take me to the priestesses of Siari tomorrow. I do not know what she wishes to accomplish but I owe her as much to go.
Date: 55, 2184 CE
Location: Athame’s Temple, Thessia
I feel reborn. My very soul light and at peace as if tragedy had never gripped it.
I felt the heartbeat of the universe. Saw the thoughts of the stars. The dreams of the worlds. Heard the music of billions of souls as they converged in what could only be described as a harmony to the galaxy’s song.
I felt Rakhana’s soft breath on my face as she lay sleeping, waiting for the one to wake her.
I feel hope.
Location: Private Docking, Citadel
Aeia collected me on the day of my discharge. The scars from that day on the ice cap still tear pink through her azure skin, the only difference now is that she wears them as if they do not exist. I had heard she wore a veil for over a year…she had preferred to communicate through e-mail since my departure of Thessia.
The station was still abuzz of the attack that happened a few months ago. According to what I have heard, Geth attacked the Citadel with a ship none in this lifetime have seen. The power of the flagship had caused the death of thousands of soldiers and citizens alike.
It was truly hard to believe that such an attack happened after staring out of my hospital room for weeks at nothing but the clean, pristine Presidium. The truth had revealed itself as we made our way into the lower levels of the station. The smell of smoke and death pollute the air while metal twists and contorts from the once seamless walkways and walls, I even saw CSEC still pulling bodies from the rubble.
Aeia informed me she was taking me back to Thessia to heal. After all this time I have yet to become Whole again, the limp a visible indication of this. She claims the peace of that world will help, that focusing on healing, instead of what happened, will be the only way I will ever be strong enough to return to Rakhana.
I could see in her eyes that she knew as she spoke to me though. She could see my soul lay disconnected from my body, my dream sacrificed in place of my life…
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Date: 305, 2183 CE
Location: Thessia
I have not been pushed so far to my limits since the time I was to be trained to be a weapon of the Hanar.
The commandos do not pity me nor treat me like a lesser. My limp is something they will beat out of me, or so says the leader, Fehale. Aeia handed me to her as soon as we landed. She claims the training of my biotics and my body will ready me for the return to Rakhana, that this will prevent my death before I can finish what I started.
Death is all that will force my soul back to that barren world.
She has a shackle upon my soul, waiting in the deep dark to pull me back as I fall into that final peace. My life does not belong to me, why do they wish me to fight for it still?
++++++++++++++++++
Ducking, diving, weaving. Each motion flowed through the Drell’s body as if she was simply air, gently gliding around the obstacles she passed. Viewed in silence, this woman would just be another dancer in a world that bore so many. The chaos that shattered the silence that was never there spoke of something more malicious.
Trainee after trainee fell, their time there longer than half her lifetime yet the doctor who forgot nothing tore through them like a rampaging Yahg. Her feet silent. Her body a flicker in the shadows. The prey becoming the predator.
Iskra ran through the training simulation Whole again. Reflexes that would take a lifetime taught in just a few short months, her biotics stronger than before, a mind almost once again at peace.
++++++++++++++++++
Date: 54, 2184 CE
Location: Thessia
Aeia came to see me finally. After months I feel as if I should be angry at the woman for leaving me here but I feel nothing but shame when she embraces me. After all this, everything she’s given me.
My dream. My soul. My life.
I will turn her down her offer to return to my homeworld.
In the nights of silent contemplation, my memories still haunt me. The screams of the dying, my brethren’s deaths who stain my hands in blood, the ghosts that still haunt their bodies that lay discarded across the land by the gods.
For my sanity, I know I can never return. There is no hope in that place. I will only find more pain. It was a childish dream and I was a fool to have followed it.
Aeia wishes to take me to the priestesses of Siari tomorrow. I do not know what she wishes to accomplish but I owe her as much to go.
+++++++++++++++++++
Date: 55, 2184 CE
Location: Athame’s Temple, Thessia
I feel reborn. My very soul light and at peace as if tragedy had never gripped it.
I felt the heartbeat of the universe. Saw the thoughts of the stars. The dreams of the worlds. Heard the music of billions of souls as they converged in what could only be described as a harmony to the galaxy’s song.
I felt Rakhana’s soft breath on my face as she lay sleeping, waiting for the one to wake her.
I feel hope.