Recently coming out of a clone-disease induced coma, I realized that I was very precariously perched on the edge of an abyss. I could sense it just below me, hungering for much more than just acknowledgement.

I woke up screaming in a small room, unable to go into the rest of the station, I could still fly, but couldn't see my fellow humans, demigod or not, face to face. This is what I needed, yearned for, rather than my previous isolationist stance. Since the training incedent that the Republic won't talk about, and losing her, I didn't want to see anyone. I was the ship, powerful beyond imagination.

But after my experience with the abyss larger than the one surrounding my ship, I want the contact, even if I have to carry a gun for those who will misuse their pathetic lives, I just hope mine will amount to something, I am thinking peaceful would be nice... in a while.