Undone : Episode 2 : Return

The flight to the City was anything but comfortable. The jumpship clearly hadn’t been designed as a luxury craft, evidenced by the stiff seating and lack of any ornamentation adorning the cockpit. Add to that the storms they flew through, and it was a rough ride. The Guardian had asked why they were flying through the worst of the weather, seeing relatively clear skies within easy flying distance. His Ghost responded curtly that it was the safest route to the City, and that ground attacks were nearly impossible through the storm. He could tell the Ghost was focused, likely trying to get them through the storm intact, so he left him alone.  Questions gnawed at him, all the same. He knew so little and could see so few pieces of the puzzle, but he could tell things were… bad. Territory lost, desperate flights to safety, limited resources; and he hadn’t even made it to civilization yet. And the City. Was there so little left that one refuge could be deemed [i]the City[/i]? He shook his head, knowing the answers would come in time if he needed to know them. Until then, he needed orders. [i]And maybe a better gun[/i], he thought, looking down at his worn rifle. Trusting his Ghost’s piloting, he removed his helmet and gauntlets and began disassembling the rifle. His fingers moved on their own, running off some deep-rooted memory, and the weapon lay completely deconstructed in less than a minute. He inspected each part, looking for flaws and making note of any parts that needed replacing, then reassembled the rifle. The shotgun was newer and took longer to figure out, but after a short while it was disassembled, examined, and put back together. The Guardian grinned, satisfied with the task, and was pleased when he looked up to see light ahead. The clouds were thinning as they passed through the back of the storm, and he reached for his helmet just in case they were spotted.  “No need for that.” The Ghost appeared in front of him, still piloting the ship remotely. He tilted forward, shell rotating excitedly. “In fact, the view is probably better without it.”  The Guardian leaned forward in his seat as the clouds began to break, catching glimpses of structures ahead. Then at all once the clouds were gone, the scene laid bare, and the Guardian sat with his hand to his mouth, speechless.  “Welcome to the last safe City on Earth,” the Ghost said, his voice warm with pride. “The only place the Traveler can still protect.” Continue reading at [url]amarokundone.wordpress.com[/url]