{ He'll grunt, sounding irritated... because he is -- he shouldn't let the situation get to him to this extent. }
I'm not backing down.
{ But he was. Arumat has been there, where he was devoid of all hope, and decided that he'd be doing everyone a favor and just die off. }
When I was 17, I was still Captain of the 13th Independent Armored Division from Eldar. Eldar's the name of the planet I hailed from and it was a planet that hung close next to a large, red gas giant that was set to go off in about two hundred years or so. Around the time I commanded my forces at this age, I found that soon my allies were wiped out easily by a menace called the "Phantoms". These creatures were mysterious beings from space that had the ability to copy ships and people and return the strength of them tenfold.
We had no chance, but somehow I wound up surviving that encounter. Following that, I worked hard to be able to eventually counter the threat that destroyed my unit. However, my efforts were for naught.
The Phantoms returned nine years later, when the red giant suddenly became abnormally ready for a supernova well before its time -- the reason behind that being was the Phantoms themselves induced the sun artificially into that state. All of Eldar begun its evacuation of its people almost immediately following that... only of course to encounter a mass wave of ships brought upon the Phantoms waiting for us. It was a trap -- and even though we fought back, the conclusion became rapidly clear:
We were severely outmatched and our efforts would end in the near slaughter of our entire species. And this is what happened.
I watched as the ship I was on began to crumble in its defenses even as I attempted to command my new unit to back up my people and ships' that held innocent civilians' were targeted as well as destroyed. Fires broke out and killed all of my men once more and not only that, but I was sure I'd die there as well, given that I was knocked back by an explosion due to the loss of my ship's shields. I wished I had at the time, because when I rose to my feet, I could see painfully clear when the red giant consumed my homeworld-- Eldar--within its fiery depths of hell.
The Phantoms left after that, and I stood there, staring forward into the abyss of death. Unbeknownst to me, a man had arrived with a rescue team and he boarded the ship despite the danger to rescue me. His name was Crowe. Crowe F. Almedio. He saw the despair in my eyes and my wish to die there with my brethren, but he took me anyway. I didn't thank him because I couldn't comprehend why he would want to save me. I had thought there was nothing left. My home, my people were gone, and I.
{ ... }
That man told me to "blame my regrets" and I had work to still do and...
"Now that you've survived this, you have to fight until the very end. I'll be there to witness the moment you finally burn out."
He valued my will, and never told me I had to live or some other such nonsense. Somehow that kept me going and saved me, but now...
{ He laughs, a little bitterly now, but its a free and one without restraint. }
I don't know why I even told you this. About him, or any of this.
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I'm not backing down.
{ But he was. Arumat has been there, where he was devoid of all hope, and decided that he'd be doing everyone a favor and just die off. }
When I was 17, I was still Captain of the 13th Independent Armored Division from Eldar. Eldar's the name of the planet I hailed from and it was a planet that hung close next to a large, red gas giant that was set to go off in about two hundred years or so. Around the time I commanded my forces at this age, I found that soon my allies were wiped out easily by a menace called the "Phantoms". These creatures were mysterious beings from space that had the ability to copy ships and people and return the strength of them tenfold.
We had no chance, but somehow I wound up surviving that encounter. Following that, I worked hard to be able to eventually counter the threat that destroyed my unit. However, my efforts were for naught.
The Phantoms returned nine years later, when the red giant suddenly became abnormally ready for a supernova well before its time -- the reason behind that being was the Phantoms themselves induced the sun artificially into that state. All of Eldar begun its evacuation of its people almost immediately following that... only of course to encounter a mass wave of ships brought upon the Phantoms waiting for us. It was a trap -- and even though we fought back, the conclusion became rapidly clear:
We were severely outmatched and our efforts would end in the near slaughter of our entire species. And this is what happened.
I watched as the ship I was on began to crumble in its defenses even as I attempted to command my new unit to back up my people and ships' that held innocent civilians' were targeted as well as destroyed. Fires broke out and killed all of my men once more and not only that, but I was sure I'd die there as well, given that I was knocked back by an explosion due to the loss of my ship's shields. I wished I had at the time, because when I rose to my feet, I could see painfully clear when the red giant consumed my homeworld-- Eldar--within its fiery depths of hell.
The Phantoms left after that, and I stood there, staring forward into the abyss of death. Unbeknownst to me, a man had arrived with a rescue team and he boarded the ship despite the danger to rescue me. His name was Crowe. Crowe F. Almedio. He saw the despair in my eyes and my wish to die there with my brethren, but he took me anyway. I didn't thank him because I couldn't comprehend why he would want to save me. I had thought there was nothing left. My home, my people were gone, and I.
{ ... }
That man told me to "blame my regrets" and I had work to still do and...
"Now that you've survived this, you have to fight until the very end. I'll be there to witness the moment you finally burn out."
He valued my will, and never told me I had to live or some other such nonsense. Somehow that kept me going and saved me, but now...
{ He laughs, a little bitterly now, but its a free and one without restraint. }
I don't know why I even told you this. About him, or any of this.