Thursday, April 21, 2011
Part 2 Epilogue
December 2481 C.E.
UMOJAN INSTITUTE
UMOJA
Paskirov, Summers, Chester and Williams were sitting on the stairs in front of the Umojan Institute's main gate. The last classified interview with the Umojans was over and they were free for the rest of the day. They sat under the burning sun, thinking about the future.
'We could be good for the Umojan fleet.' Paskirov said. 'They'll surely take us.'
'I will be useless, though,' Williams felt bleak.
'Noo, you are still a good shooter. You can make a bodyguard of some sort,' Steven tried to raise the spirits.
'Is it her?' Boris asked.
'No, not really.'
'Relax, you just weren't made for each other,' Boris comforted him. 'It's inevitable, you would always be doomed to worry about each other's safety and where she other was and what she other was doing... You're just better off now.'
'Yes, we can find you a neat lass from our own people. You'll like them, they're knowledgeable,' the black Umojan smiled.
'Do we apply for the fleets soon?' Boris said.
'Nah, I'm sure they will just arrange some places for us,' Summers waved.
'Do you think we'll be sent out there again?' the ex-ghost tried to smile.
'Oh, I wouldn't doubt they'd like to,' the scientist murmured.
'Unlikely, kid,' Paskirov countered him. 'Look at what happened to our mission – we got nothing back, except casualties. And, the Umojans lost even that. I wouldn't count. Pasteur lost the only thing close to an alien artifact and I doubt that the Umojan elite will agree to repeat the operation. Plus, it's probably difficult enough to coexist with the Confederates as it is.'
'The Protoss...' Summers threw the idea.
'...will most likely be destroyed. Their forces are gone, good old Zaraldis and the rest of their fleet of carriers. Such a waste...' Boris resumed. 'And that snake Xentus had crushed the separatists... I guess those Sei'Tara guys are done with.'
'Damn. I was beginning to like them,' Williams mentioned.
'The Dark Templar warriors were absolutely awesome in a fight,' Summers spoke in admiration.
'And, their knowledge was... Amazing,' Chester looked down. 'There are other Protoss out there...'
'Yes. More Protoss - and more Zerg...' Boris looked at the orange skies. 'Do you think they will come here some day?'
'It would be inevitable. Statistically inevitable. One day we'll again be seeing visitors from space.'
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