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| − | + | Tuesday, 09 Jul 2521<br> | |
| − | + | Kuiper II class, Summer’s Gift<br> | |
| − | + | En route to Meridian<br> | |
| − | + | 1530hrs, ship’s time<br><br><br> | |
I’d been in Christian’s shuttle on many occasions but none of the time had been spent in its cockpit. Sitting in the pilot’s chair in the dropship with the clear canopy all around, the stars surrounded me the way they never could on the bridge of the ''Gift''. We were in pulse and the stars were going by fast. It was beautiful. Achingly so.<br><br> | I’d been in Christian’s shuttle on many occasions but none of the time had been spent in its cockpit. Sitting in the pilot’s chair in the dropship with the clear canopy all around, the stars surrounded me the way they never could on the bridge of the ''Gift''. We were in pulse and the stars were going by fast. It was beautiful. Achingly so.<br><br> | ||
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| − | I felt him waver then recover and I gave his hand a squeeze. He stood, I stepped back, and when he’d settled in the chair I watched him for a beat. ''He’s rattled. Why?'' A second later I realized the cause and decided to leave. There wasn’t anything the dropship needed from me right this second that couldn’t wait ’til morning. Joshua, however, was a different matter. I | + | I felt him waver then recover and I gave his hand a squeeze. He stood, I stepped back, and when he’d settled in the chair I watched him for a beat. ''He’s rattled. Why?'' A second later I realized the cause and decided to leave. There wasn’t anything the dropship needed from me right this second that couldn’t wait ’til morning. Joshua, however, was a different matter. I mounted the steps to the cockpit and standing on the top tread I gave his hand another squeeze.<br><br> |
“Enjoy the view, Joshua,” I said quietly. “You look like you need it. I can get the dinner stuff prepped if you need more time.”<br><br> | “Enjoy the view, Joshua,” I said quietly. “You look like you need it. I can get the dinner stuff prepped if you need more time.”<br><br> | ||
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''and remember what peace there may be in silence.''<br><br> | ''and remember what peace there may be in silence.''<br><br> | ||
| − | It was years before I'd found the poem he'd cribbed it from. I was surprised to | + | It was years before I'd found the poem he'd cribbed it from. I was surprised to find within it his philosophy but not surprised he'd adopted it. It was good advice to live by and it took moments like this to remind me of it.<br><br> |
"Not a problem," I said as Joshua opened his eyes and broke out his pencils. Thinking of the Abbot had given me an idea. "I'll have everything ready when you come down."<br><br> | "Not a problem," I said as Joshua opened his eyes and broke out his pencils. Thinking of the Abbot had given me an idea. "I'll have everything ready when you come down."<br><br> | ||
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| − | After Rina left, Joshua spent a few moments with pencil in hand but not drawing. He hadn't realized how tense he had been. He didn't try to analyze why. He just let the calm of the dropship and the stars flying by in pulse relax him. Before long, he felt his shoulders and neck easing up and his whole body felt more loose. There, he thought, | + | After Rina left, Joshua spent a few moments with pencil in hand but not drawing. He hadn't realized how tense he had been. He didn't try to analyze why. He just let the calm of the dropship and the stars flying by in pulse relax him. Before long, he felt his shoulders and neck easing up and his whole body felt more loose. There, he thought, now I can work.<br><br> |
| − | He got up from the seat and paced out the dimensions of the ship, sketching as he went. Every so often, he'd have to get out his eraser and adjust dimensions, but his spatial sense was pretty good. After he was done, he flipped the sketchbook closed and was getting ready to descend back into the | + | He got up from the seat and paced out the dimensions of the ship, sketching as he went. Every so often, he'd have to get out his eraser and adjust dimensions, but his spatial sense was pretty good. After he was done, he flipped the sketchbook closed and was getting ready to descend back into the Gift when an idea struck him. He opened the book back up to a clean page and started sketching in a rough outline of the cockpit with the stars pulsing by. But instead of an empty seat, he sketched Rina there, as he remembered her from his entrance. After the rough sketch was done, he stood there for five minutes, eyes flitting from left to right, committing the scene to memory. He didn't have time to do a quality sketch now but his memory and observation of the moment would help him fill in the details later.<br><br> |
Then he closed the book back up and put his pencil away, opened up the hatch, and wandered back down to see how Rina had done with the prepping.<br><br> | Then he closed the book back up and put his pencil away, opened up the hatch, and wandered back down to see how Rina had done with the prepping.<br><br> | ||
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