Post by spacecaptanface on Sept 27, 2007 17:14:35 GMT -5
Ok so maybe my last post left something to be desired. I decided that if I wanted better reviews (and more posts) I was going to need to add a little Roll perspective action. I apologize for the fact that I can only give you half the chapter due to it's length but once my account to fanfiction.net starts running I'll make sure to give you all a lot more. So, without further ado, here is the first half to my second chapter.
2.Worlds apart
My eyes were hardly watching my hands as I worked. A malfunctioning fuel injector was just what I needed right now, a distraction, anything to take my mind off of the horrible emptiness I felt inside of me. I scanned the main piston and noticed a loose bolt.
“Could you hand me a wrench Mega…” I stopped myself before I could finish his name.
It had been four months since the day he had left and still I was unable to comprehend the fact that he wasn’t there. He wasn’t standing next to me, warming the room with his sweet smile, always offering to help me whenever I needed him, always there for me. But now…now he was gone, now when I needed him most, to tell me that he would always be here, that he would never leave me. But… he did. He left me…left me alone in the darkness of my despair. Not because he wished too, but because he had too, to save me, to save us all.
The little, yellow faced servebot standing at my side looked up at me quizzically. He then walked over to the tool chest and returned with a wrench in his hand holding it out to me.
“Thanks” I said emotionlessly, retrieving the wrench from his small hand, holding back tears that seemed grow heavier each day. The servebot gave me a full-bodied nod and went back to sorting the machinery on the floor.
“Roll, is that fuel injector finished yet?” Tron’s perpetually impatient voice filled the Flutter’s intercom.
“ I just need a little extra time to make a few more adjustments. It’ll be ready soon.” I said, trying to stay calm, something that Tron was determined to make as difficult as possible.
“Well, hurry it up. Everything else is prepped and ready. All we need is that injector.”
“I don’t want to rush this Tron” I replied wearily. Why did she always have to complicate things? “You have to understand that we can’t afford to make any mistakes this time.”
“Well, I hope Megaman’s as patient as you are. Tron out.”
I felt a gash of pain cleave through me at the sound of his name. Her words sliced into me like a searing hot blade.
“Why do you do this to me Tron?” I whispered as the heartbreaking loneliness tore my body in half. “Why do you torment me like this?”
It took every fiber of my being to stop the heavy tears from rolling down my cheek. I didn’t want to show weakness in front of anyone, even if it was just a little servebot. I quickly continued my repairs on the injector. I had to make sure I didn’t miss anything.
It was true when I told Tron that no mistakes could be made. If something were to go wrong, if we made some type of miscalculation… then…it would be over. There would be no hope left. All of our money was gone. Anything and everything we had left was poured into this final design, our masterpiece, the Eclipse. This magnificent creation, an apex of human engineering, was now our last, and greatest hope yet.
My eyes scanned our last piece of equipment needed for take-off. Everything seemed to be in working order. I walked over to the far wall of my workstation and clicked on the intercom.
“Tron, this is Roll. Can you hear me?”
“Loud and clear Roll. Are you finished?”
“Yep, The fuel injector is working 100% and is ready for transport to the launch site”
“Glad to hear it. I’ll send Bon over right away to pick it up. Have it ready when he gets there.”
“You got it. Roll out”
I clicked off the intercom and looked over at the servebot still sorting machinery.
“Do you mind taking this to the loading platform?” I asked him. “I’m going to stay here and clean up.”
“Right away Miss Roll” he said, and walked up to the trolley to wheel it out the door.
Hearing the door click shut behind him, I walked over to my chair and sat down. Slouching over, I put my elbows on my knees and my face in my grease-covered hands. Then, alone at last, I relieved my eyes of the heavy tears they burdened.
**************
“All final preparations are made?” Tron asked me eagerly.
“I’ve checked and rechecked everything three times over” I replied just as enthusiastically. “It’s now or never.”
“Are you sure you want to do this Roll,” Gramps’ voice echoed through my headset. “Especially after what happened the last twelve times.”
“I have to Gramps.” I replied sympathetically. “It’s the only way.”
Tron and I had discussed this issue for a long time. It took even longer to convince Gramps and Tiesal of what we had to do. If we wanted to guarantee success, we would have to pilot the ship manually.
Gramps wasn’t enthused by this idea, especially after witnessing our previous twelve ships explode, but he knew there was nothing he could do to stop me. I didn’t want to do it. I didn’t want to leave him here wondering whether his only grandchild, the only family he had left, would ever come back… or simply be incinerated within a few moments after take-off. I could see the pain in his eyes whenever these thoughts would hit him and it hurt me so horribly. This hurt, however, was nothing when compared to the agony of the emptiness that ached within my every molecule. I knew what I had to do. I wasn’t going to abandon him. I would do whatever was possible to bring him back…even if it killed me.
“I truly hope you know what your doing.” Gramps continued. “I don’t want to lose you the same way I lost your mother. And if I lose you… I lose him as well”
That did it. There was no way I could hold back the tears that were now flowing freely from my eyes. I wanted to hide my face. I didn’t want Tron to see me like this. I knew that she would use it against me somehow.
Her reaction to my weeping, however, took me by surprise. Instead of cutting into me with her razor sharp words, she simply looked at me with an appearance that made me wonder whether I was staring into a mirror. Her eyes were not wet like my own, but her face held the same expression that mine did. It was filled with sadness, despair even; some inner emotion she had kept secret all this time. She turned her face away from me, apparently fearing me as I feared her.
“Oh…Oh no Roll I didn’t mean”, Gramps stammered
“I know” I cut him off “it’s just that I miss him so much. I don’t want to lose him either”
I tried to gain control of myself. I was able to stop the convulsions in my chest resonating from my sobs, but the tears would not cease.
“Don’t listen to what I say,” Gramps said sincerely. “I don’t know for certain what may or may not happen but I suppose that’s not important. All that matters is what you decide and what you feel is right.”
What I feel is right, I thought to myself.
“Thank you Gramps,” I whispered. “I think…I think I know what the right thing to do is”
“So then what are you waiting for?” Gramps laughed. “Get going! He’s waiting for you.”
I smiled. The sweet sound of his laughter made the tears in my eyes fade away, replacing them with a new glimmer of hope. I looked over at Tron who laughed as well. Her laugh, her true laugh, carefree and full of joy; it was beautiful, something I had never heard before.
“You heard the man,” Tron said still laughing.
I couldn’t help but laugh along with Tron. It felt good to laugh again after such a long time.
“Let’s go!” I shouted.
2.Worlds apart
My eyes were hardly watching my hands as I worked. A malfunctioning fuel injector was just what I needed right now, a distraction, anything to take my mind off of the horrible emptiness I felt inside of me. I scanned the main piston and noticed a loose bolt.
“Could you hand me a wrench Mega…” I stopped myself before I could finish his name.
It had been four months since the day he had left and still I was unable to comprehend the fact that he wasn’t there. He wasn’t standing next to me, warming the room with his sweet smile, always offering to help me whenever I needed him, always there for me. But now…now he was gone, now when I needed him most, to tell me that he would always be here, that he would never leave me. But… he did. He left me…left me alone in the darkness of my despair. Not because he wished too, but because he had too, to save me, to save us all.
The little, yellow faced servebot standing at my side looked up at me quizzically. He then walked over to the tool chest and returned with a wrench in his hand holding it out to me.
“Thanks” I said emotionlessly, retrieving the wrench from his small hand, holding back tears that seemed grow heavier each day. The servebot gave me a full-bodied nod and went back to sorting the machinery on the floor.
“Roll, is that fuel injector finished yet?” Tron’s perpetually impatient voice filled the Flutter’s intercom.
“ I just need a little extra time to make a few more adjustments. It’ll be ready soon.” I said, trying to stay calm, something that Tron was determined to make as difficult as possible.
“Well, hurry it up. Everything else is prepped and ready. All we need is that injector.”
“I don’t want to rush this Tron” I replied wearily. Why did she always have to complicate things? “You have to understand that we can’t afford to make any mistakes this time.”
“Well, I hope Megaman’s as patient as you are. Tron out.”
I felt a gash of pain cleave through me at the sound of his name. Her words sliced into me like a searing hot blade.
“Why do you do this to me Tron?” I whispered as the heartbreaking loneliness tore my body in half. “Why do you torment me like this?”
It took every fiber of my being to stop the heavy tears from rolling down my cheek. I didn’t want to show weakness in front of anyone, even if it was just a little servebot. I quickly continued my repairs on the injector. I had to make sure I didn’t miss anything.
It was true when I told Tron that no mistakes could be made. If something were to go wrong, if we made some type of miscalculation… then…it would be over. There would be no hope left. All of our money was gone. Anything and everything we had left was poured into this final design, our masterpiece, the Eclipse. This magnificent creation, an apex of human engineering, was now our last, and greatest hope yet.
My eyes scanned our last piece of equipment needed for take-off. Everything seemed to be in working order. I walked over to the far wall of my workstation and clicked on the intercom.
“Tron, this is Roll. Can you hear me?”
“Loud and clear Roll. Are you finished?”
“Yep, The fuel injector is working 100% and is ready for transport to the launch site”
“Glad to hear it. I’ll send Bon over right away to pick it up. Have it ready when he gets there.”
“You got it. Roll out”
I clicked off the intercom and looked over at the servebot still sorting machinery.
“Do you mind taking this to the loading platform?” I asked him. “I’m going to stay here and clean up.”
“Right away Miss Roll” he said, and walked up to the trolley to wheel it out the door.
Hearing the door click shut behind him, I walked over to my chair and sat down. Slouching over, I put my elbows on my knees and my face in my grease-covered hands. Then, alone at last, I relieved my eyes of the heavy tears they burdened.
**************
“All final preparations are made?” Tron asked me eagerly.
“I’ve checked and rechecked everything three times over” I replied just as enthusiastically. “It’s now or never.”
“Are you sure you want to do this Roll,” Gramps’ voice echoed through my headset. “Especially after what happened the last twelve times.”
“I have to Gramps.” I replied sympathetically. “It’s the only way.”
Tron and I had discussed this issue for a long time. It took even longer to convince Gramps and Tiesal of what we had to do. If we wanted to guarantee success, we would have to pilot the ship manually.
Gramps wasn’t enthused by this idea, especially after witnessing our previous twelve ships explode, but he knew there was nothing he could do to stop me. I didn’t want to do it. I didn’t want to leave him here wondering whether his only grandchild, the only family he had left, would ever come back… or simply be incinerated within a few moments after take-off. I could see the pain in his eyes whenever these thoughts would hit him and it hurt me so horribly. This hurt, however, was nothing when compared to the agony of the emptiness that ached within my every molecule. I knew what I had to do. I wasn’t going to abandon him. I would do whatever was possible to bring him back…even if it killed me.
“I truly hope you know what your doing.” Gramps continued. “I don’t want to lose you the same way I lost your mother. And if I lose you… I lose him as well”
That did it. There was no way I could hold back the tears that were now flowing freely from my eyes. I wanted to hide my face. I didn’t want Tron to see me like this. I knew that she would use it against me somehow.
Her reaction to my weeping, however, took me by surprise. Instead of cutting into me with her razor sharp words, she simply looked at me with an appearance that made me wonder whether I was staring into a mirror. Her eyes were not wet like my own, but her face held the same expression that mine did. It was filled with sadness, despair even; some inner emotion she had kept secret all this time. She turned her face away from me, apparently fearing me as I feared her.
“Oh…Oh no Roll I didn’t mean”, Gramps stammered
“I know” I cut him off “it’s just that I miss him so much. I don’t want to lose him either”
I tried to gain control of myself. I was able to stop the convulsions in my chest resonating from my sobs, but the tears would not cease.
“Don’t listen to what I say,” Gramps said sincerely. “I don’t know for certain what may or may not happen but I suppose that’s not important. All that matters is what you decide and what you feel is right.”
What I feel is right, I thought to myself.
“Thank you Gramps,” I whispered. “I think…I think I know what the right thing to do is”
“So then what are you waiting for?” Gramps laughed. “Get going! He’s waiting for you.”
I smiled. The sweet sound of his laughter made the tears in my eyes fade away, replacing them with a new glimmer of hope. I looked over at Tron who laughed as well. Her laugh, her true laugh, carefree and full of joy; it was beautiful, something I had never heard before.
“You heard the man,” Tron said still laughing.
I couldn’t help but laugh along with Tron. It felt good to laugh again after such a long time.
“Let’s go!” I shouted.
