Marquis Rex
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"Rexs dreams were becoming more and more domnant and he was also becoming more and more pre-occupied with them.
Where as before they were inexplicable, disjointed sureal images joined together with a single thread of consciousness- his own or an essence of it- they were now becoming more cohesive, more homogenous. When he was in a dream vision that vision became his own. Rex was still scarred that this was some form of mental dementia, perhaps in its early stages. Every apparition, more so then the last was lucid, clear and Rex found himself remembering fine details well into the next working day.
Was it simply that his everyday life had become so monotonous, so mundane his sub conscious had found a way to keep him amused. The human spirit did have an incredible capacity to survive.
........Rex was aboard his Imperial Star Cruiser and he was actually flying this relic. The ship was functioning perfectly and Rex pressed the spatial tiller for more power. He was being pursued and was heading away from the core of the star system to the outer edge with no particular destination in mind. Just flying. This scarred Rex as he was not accustomed to having no plan. This was to be expected after years of eing brought up in a inely regimented Malsick home world. However amongst the fear there was more. Exhilleration. And he found this spontanaity compelling. The ships drive system went from an obedient warble to an enthusiastic howl as the ship reached further towards the outer planets. They were still following. Rex was running out of options. Frantically Rexs eyes shot from the rear viewer to the proximity scanner and then to the old tactical display (which hadn't been used in centuries). He gripped the spatial tiller with alarming pressure and then he loosened up, calmer, focused and more composed. He looked at the forward viewer but as if his eyes were settling on something beyond it. From his lips then came a confident smile.
The Imperial Star Cruiser continued toward the forbidden uins of the sixth planet; this was once a grand gateway to this system, Rex knew it innately. Now with all the terraform domes neglected all that remained was an open plan ice station. Instead of avoiding the barren planetoid the Imperial Star Cruiser collised into it. There was a soundless explosion in the vastness of space followed by a vivid shock wave......."
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Where as before they were inexplicable, disjointed sureal images joined together with a single thread of consciousness- his own or an essence of it- they were now becoming more cohesive, more homogenous. When he was in a dream vision that vision became his own. Rex was still scarred that this was some form of mental dementia, perhaps in its early stages. Every apparition, more so then the last was lucid, clear and Rex found himself remembering fine details well into the next working day.
Was it simply that his everyday life had become so monotonous, so mundane his sub conscious had found a way to keep him amused. The human spirit did have an incredible capacity to survive.
........Rex was aboard his Imperial Star Cruiser and he was actually flying this relic. The ship was functioning perfectly and Rex pressed the spatial tiller for more power. He was being pursued and was heading away from the core of the star system to the outer edge with no particular destination in mind. Just flying. This scarred Rex as he was not accustomed to having no plan. This was to be expected after years of eing brought up in a inely regimented Malsick home world. However amongst the fear there was more. Exhilleration. And he found this spontanaity compelling. The ships drive system went from an obedient warble to an enthusiastic howl as the ship reached further towards the outer planets. They were still following. Rex was running out of options. Frantically Rexs eyes shot from the rear viewer to the proximity scanner and then to the old tactical display (which hadn't been used in centuries). He gripped the spatial tiller with alarming pressure and then he loosened up, calmer, focused and more composed. He looked at the forward viewer but as if his eyes were settling on something beyond it. From his lips then came a confident smile.
The Imperial Star Cruiser continued toward the forbidden uins of the sixth planet; this was once a grand gateway to this system, Rex knew it innately. Now with all the terraform domes neglected all that remained was an open plan ice station. Instead of avoiding the barren planetoid the Imperial Star Cruiser collised into it. There was a soundless explosion in the vastness of space followed by a vivid shock wave......."
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Faulkner is the only thing that springs to mind. I'll think on it.