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Rivian's Story :REWRITTEN: Chapter 3
Alarms rang loud and clear.
Rivian snapped awake from his sleep and looked around frantically.
Gun shots rang out through the cold air, making a horrible sound when the alarms sounded along with them. Rivian cautiously crawled out of bed and pulled on his pants and boots. Grabbing the laser canon pistol from under his pillow and he slowly tiptoed to the door.
The gunshots continued to fire, sounding more and more frequent.
Rivian loaded a cartridge into the blasters barrel and took a step into the hallway, pointing in every which direction that he could.
Rivian didn't know how to use that blaster, but he was determined to try. If this was he new life he was going to have to do new things.
His antenna perked up at a familiar sound...someone was screaming...it was a man screaming.
Rivian's eyes widened when he recognized the voice. It was Dimitru screaming...
Rivian darted down the hallways, frantically searching for his Commander, ready to fire at any minute. His finger twitched on the
Rivian's Story :REWRITTEN: Chapter 2
Rivian blindly made his way down the dark pass.
The hall seemed to close in on him as he continued walking.
In the distance a light shown through a window and Rivian's gray eyes clung to it as he began running towards it. Reaching it he marveled at the sight. Irken fleet ships zoomed by as he stared into the foreboding abyss that was the Irken Empire.
A slight breeze drifted by Rivian and touched his neck lightly as someone approached him from behind. Tensing noticeably Rivian pivoted on his toe and cautiously turned around.
Rivian was face to face with a uniformed chest.
The name tag glistened as it read the name Dimitru.
The chest was strong and well defined, armor mirrored the abdomen.
The figure towered over Rivian. He cautiously peeked threw the little bit of hair that hung in his eyes.
Rivian took a step back as he looked over the most handsome and threatening looking irken he had ever met. He continued studding the older man's face. His features were chiseled.
Of Snake Charmers and TreesThere are mathematicians
that calculate the gravitational
pull that tethers us to one another,
teasing sense out of the fabric
of Time and Space like
wizened snake charmers.
I thought them so horribly
unromantic, searching for
logic amidst wildflowers-
reasoning being reason enough
to put one foot in front
of the other each day.
True beauty lay printed
on petals and pages,
where I delved for pearls;
the patterns in the pathos
intriguing me into each
rising of the sun.
I do not remember when
it occurred to me that
without fractals there would
be no trees, nor without love
would people have any reason
to calculate the distances that
separate them from their muses.
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