The Tale of a Trinacornagon 51. : : THEN WHAT AM I? : :

R.R.

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

- D. Thomas

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[Unitopia, Southern Archipelago]

Dreams of neon skylights haunted Bane son of Geos' fading vision. Dreams of a life long past. Of a place no longer here. From the perspective of a child that no longer exists.

Breaking free from the daydreams, he turned his eyes one last ti towards the subject of his final oath. Her small body looked as fragile as a crystal glass sculpture a stray gust of wind threatened to shatter.

This little one has withstood far stronger gales unbroken. She is made of sterner stuff.

Though 'sterner stuff' alone would not protect her from high-ordnance rounds. That was his job, after all.

He turned back and stared at the broken strings of code running across his damaged HUD, the numbers that promised nothing but defeat, and he rejected them. Opening his mouth, he whispered, his voice hoarse yet firm.

"Unspool reactor core."

WARNING! ENERGY DANGEROUSLY LOW! FRA AT