Old longings nomadic leap
Chafing at customs chain;
Again from its brumal sleep
Wakens the ferine strain.
~John Myers O'Hara
The Earth moved amongst the stars with a dove’s grace. Danette released the air she held captive in her lungs; she did not recall inhaling once sience the beginning of the lance. Though physiologically impossible, it was poetically appropriate. She had lost herself entirely in the profound moment.
They were now sealed within a metal chamber of air, wandering through the cold empty regions of space. They were set on a course to bring them farther from their mother-planet than any human had been before. Who knows what strangeness would be encountered in the mysterious landscape of space. Perhaps one reason they named the vessel Earth was to capture a feeling of nostalgia, and feel closer to home dispite traveling farther than ever. It was as if they had simply broken off a piece of their planet, to borrow for their journey, and would be destined to return home.
Danette had kept a jar of French-dirt from her home planet.
She stood straight and vigilant upon the bridge. As she watched the men and women hurry to enjoy their breif freedom she recalled the advice of her grandmother: “Have fun... not too much fun.” She quoted softly. Her chest swelled with pride, as she gazed from the crowd into the new frontier. We are at the pinnacle of humanity... on the threshold of a new existence for our entire kind.
Whilst most the crew were on their way out of the bridge one pushed against the crowd to make his way in. She stood by quietly regarding the exchange as he presented his report, then, returned to his console.
She tamed a stray ginger cul back into place with her fingertips, then crossed arms, resting them on her hips.
She sensed him, call it sisters intuition: She was always ready for his antics. She turned just in time to see it the projectile, whipping up her hand to intercept the object, catching it in right hand.
A book. She opens the cover “Il Principe” she reads from the block-printed cover page; an antique. She gave her brother a stern look.
“I got you a present!” K’eyush called to her in french. He was wearing a wide lop-sided grin on his dark featured face.
“I have already read it.” She responded in flatly, waving the delicate book in the air. It was most easy for her to sound disdainful in her native language, French.
“Not on paper.” He retorted. Danette was a modern woman, the only ‘real’ books she had ever read were those given to her by her brother. His grin traveled to the other side of his face. “I looked everywhere for an edition that old.” His dark eyes glinted, his sister showed turned up her nose, yet he was sure that she was secretly pleased. “Maybe you can sell it if you don’t like it.”
“Sell it? No one cares for these things anymore.” She responded with a sigh, closing the vellum-stretched covers and holding it tightly against her side: She would keep it out of necessity.
He straightened his posture; she tilted her face up to look upon him. His inky hair was combed back into a tight braid. “I wanted to congratulate you.” He saluted his sister, his superior officer.
The smallest of grins tugged upon her sharp serious face. She took a step to her younger brother: He towered her in height, his body was dark and long, his face round and friendly, she was a dwarf compared to him, fair and ginger, always serious. The two were clearly not related by blood, rather, they were bound by a deep bond of fraternity.
She placed a hand on his arm. “I must congratulate you as well. I am glad that we, together, share this honor. Our parents are proud of us both.”
“Join me for champagne?” K’eyush was itching to get off the bridge while he still could.
Danette shook her head. “No, I will remain here.”
“Workaholic.” He jibed as he turned away heading straight for the elevator. He passed Commander Lenevski, he gave her a quick salute as he ducked into the chamber ‘great, more workaholic women’ he thought to himself as he descended.
Danette, choosing to remain on the bridge, watched the Wing Commander deliver her report. When she was done, she went straight to her console. Dannette, unlike her brother, was pleased by the ethic her fellow officers displayed.
Another arrived, the Navigator, he introduced himself directly to the Admiral. Us and that rubbish? Danette bristled, displeased by his casual dismissive tone. She remained silent.
K’eyush, meanwhile, headed for the mess. He had not thought his sister would actually join him for celebration-shots. Perhaps he would find a more relaxed crowd here.
He passed a table of men erupting in laughter. He recognized Captain Leatham immediately, he cruised to a stop beside the table. “Captain Leatham, Gentlemen...” he nodded down to them, Countermeasures was such an interesting department. “Mind if I join you?”