Re: Flow of Time
Posted: Sat Jan 09, 2016 4:45 pm
Chapter 15
Killian stood at a podium, in front of several caskets, it had been merely two weeks since Yoshiro had died, yet, he had lost many people who were dear to him. He looked down at the datapad he had on the podium, "We're all here, thank you for coming, it would make them happy." Killian looked up at them, "I'm not the best at preforming a eulogy, but it is only fitting that I were to try, as Yoshiro has it in his will." Killian sighed and pressed a button on the podium, creating a hologram of Yoshiro, "Yoshiro was one of the greatest men I've ever had the pleasure of meeting in my life. He was the kind of man that no matter how difficult the task you put in front of him, no matter how risky the mission... he would go out there and fight. Yet at the same time, he was the kind of person who loved his friends and family and wanted nothing more than to be with them."
Killian sighed, "My brother once told me, 'Killian, there isn't any glory in fighting, there is only misery and death.' I kind of see what he meant by that when he said it. Yoshiro is survived by far too many descendants to list, but he left some final words for his youngest child." Killian cleared his throat and started reading, "Balthoron, I've always been proud of you for being a doctor. Please stay away from the military, my son. You're a grown man and it's your choice, but I know how you are feeling right now. I love you, and I always will, my son." Balthoron looked at him, "That's it?" Killian looked at Balthoron, "He didn't have much time to write his last words. Anyhow, everyone, Yoshiro is dead, but not forgotten. I've taken the liberty of commissioning a statue for him and for myself." Killian sighed slightly, "I know it seems egotistical, but, guys, I'm the most well known Black Knight, and I'm dying."
Everyone in the room gasped slightly as Killian walked off the podium to go be alone, he had stage five cancer and it was too late for him. He didn't want to watch the funeral for his mom and dad, so he walked out of the funeral home. Killian watched as Lilah walked out along with him, "Lilah, what are you doing out here?" Lilah looked at him, "I'm leaving, I'm going to go found my own organization and help catch criminals. By the way, it's Klaartje." Killian nodded slightly, "Alright, Klaartje, have a good life." Klaartje nodded slightly, "You live out the rest of your days peacefully, Killian." Killian nodded and listened to the birds as they chirped, he sat down against the wall and pain shot through his body again, "I always assumed you'd outlive all of us."
Killian heard a voice speak up, "Naive of you, especially when you consider the fact that I was in the military." Killian looked up to see Emiko there, with Yoshiro's soul standing next to her, "Well that's a bit morbid, are you here to take me?" Emiko shook her head, "Yoshiro was just here to attend his own funeral." Killian shook his head, "That's rather morbid, you know." Yoshiro's soul smiled slightly and placed his hand on Killian's shoulder, "You don't have much time to live, little brother. Listen to me, live your life in peace, take a vacation to somewhere you've always wanted to go, die happy." Killian sighed, "You died, then Mom, then Dad. Masaru was assassinated recently, Reiko has gone into depression, Balthoron has already joined up with the army as a medic. Tsuyoshi has become an alcoholic, Goro is stressed to his breaking point."
Yoshiro's soul sighed, "I get it." Killian sighed, "Your death and final order created a chain reaction, do you even know the status of the rescue operation?" Yoshiro shook his head, "I wasn't allowed to go past that door, Great-Grandmother here wouldn't let me." Killian looked up at the sky, "The Thraxi and the Neanderthals are dead. The threat of a galactic war hangs above us all, unless we can find some way to stop it, and Tsuyoshi is in no shape to negotiate our way out of this." Killian sighed, "I don't blame you, Yoshiro, I blame Masaru. If he had never played this [censored] game in the first place, then the threat of galaxy-wide war wouldn't be on the table. But here we are, billions, if not trillions can lose their lives."
Yoshiro's soul nodded and Emiko sighed, "So then, Killian, what are you going to do about this?" Killian stood up, "I have about a month left to live, there's nothing I can do, except to prepare things for the next generation. I've always been a blacksmith, perhaps this will be my greatest legacy, preparing a chance at victory for the future." Emiko placed her hand on his shoulder, "Then you are the greatest blacksmith of all time." Killian stood up, "Just promise me one thing." Emiko nodded slightly, "Sure thing." Killian looked at her, "Ensure the survival of the Black Knight." Emiko blinked, "But Belinda will die some day." Killian sighed and shook his head, "No, the Black Knight is passed down through my family and my descendants. Please let this continue."
Emiko nodded, "That much, I can promise." Killian sighed and started to walk off, but he stopped and turned to ask a final question, "How much time is left until this galactic war hits." Emiko sighed, "If nothing changes, you'll be long dead before then, don't worry." Killian nodded, "Well Great-Grandmother, I'll see you in about a month." Emiko waved as Killian turned around and started to walk away. He had his final life's task ahead of him, he was going to ensure that future generations would have some sort of an idea of what had happened during this generation to cause the future war, and would create something that would at least give them a shot at victory. His final life's mission, create an archive that only a Verbanan could access.
Killian stood at a podium, in front of several caskets, it had been merely two weeks since Yoshiro had died, yet, he had lost many people who were dear to him. He looked down at the datapad he had on the podium, "We're all here, thank you for coming, it would make them happy." Killian looked up at them, "I'm not the best at preforming a eulogy, but it is only fitting that I were to try, as Yoshiro has it in his will." Killian sighed and pressed a button on the podium, creating a hologram of Yoshiro, "Yoshiro was one of the greatest men I've ever had the pleasure of meeting in my life. He was the kind of man that no matter how difficult the task you put in front of him, no matter how risky the mission... he would go out there and fight. Yet at the same time, he was the kind of person who loved his friends and family and wanted nothing more than to be with them."
Killian sighed, "My brother once told me, 'Killian, there isn't any glory in fighting, there is only misery and death.' I kind of see what he meant by that when he said it. Yoshiro is survived by far too many descendants to list, but he left some final words for his youngest child." Killian cleared his throat and started reading, "Balthoron, I've always been proud of you for being a doctor. Please stay away from the military, my son. You're a grown man and it's your choice, but I know how you are feeling right now. I love you, and I always will, my son." Balthoron looked at him, "That's it?" Killian looked at Balthoron, "He didn't have much time to write his last words. Anyhow, everyone, Yoshiro is dead, but not forgotten. I've taken the liberty of commissioning a statue for him and for myself." Killian sighed slightly, "I know it seems egotistical, but, guys, I'm the most well known Black Knight, and I'm dying."
Everyone in the room gasped slightly as Killian walked off the podium to go be alone, he had stage five cancer and it was too late for him. He didn't want to watch the funeral for his mom and dad, so he walked out of the funeral home. Killian watched as Lilah walked out along with him, "Lilah, what are you doing out here?" Lilah looked at him, "I'm leaving, I'm going to go found my own organization and help catch criminals. By the way, it's Klaartje." Killian nodded slightly, "Alright, Klaartje, have a good life." Klaartje nodded slightly, "You live out the rest of your days peacefully, Killian." Killian nodded and listened to the birds as they chirped, he sat down against the wall and pain shot through his body again, "I always assumed you'd outlive all of us."
Killian heard a voice speak up, "Naive of you, especially when you consider the fact that I was in the military." Killian looked up to see Emiko there, with Yoshiro's soul standing next to her, "Well that's a bit morbid, are you here to take me?" Emiko shook her head, "Yoshiro was just here to attend his own funeral." Killian shook his head, "That's rather morbid, you know." Yoshiro's soul smiled slightly and placed his hand on Killian's shoulder, "You don't have much time to live, little brother. Listen to me, live your life in peace, take a vacation to somewhere you've always wanted to go, die happy." Killian sighed, "You died, then Mom, then Dad. Masaru was assassinated recently, Reiko has gone into depression, Balthoron has already joined up with the army as a medic. Tsuyoshi has become an alcoholic, Goro is stressed to his breaking point."
Yoshiro's soul sighed, "I get it." Killian sighed, "Your death and final order created a chain reaction, do you even know the status of the rescue operation?" Yoshiro shook his head, "I wasn't allowed to go past that door, Great-Grandmother here wouldn't let me." Killian looked up at the sky, "The Thraxi and the Neanderthals are dead. The threat of a galactic war hangs above us all, unless we can find some way to stop it, and Tsuyoshi is in no shape to negotiate our way out of this." Killian sighed, "I don't blame you, Yoshiro, I blame Masaru. If he had never played this [censored] game in the first place, then the threat of galaxy-wide war wouldn't be on the table. But here we are, billions, if not trillions can lose their lives."
Yoshiro's soul nodded and Emiko sighed, "So then, Killian, what are you going to do about this?" Killian stood up, "I have about a month left to live, there's nothing I can do, except to prepare things for the next generation. I've always been a blacksmith, perhaps this will be my greatest legacy, preparing a chance at victory for the future." Emiko placed her hand on his shoulder, "Then you are the greatest blacksmith of all time." Killian stood up, "Just promise me one thing." Emiko nodded slightly, "Sure thing." Killian looked at her, "Ensure the survival of the Black Knight." Emiko blinked, "But Belinda will die some day." Killian sighed and shook his head, "No, the Black Knight is passed down through my family and my descendants. Please let this continue."
Emiko nodded, "That much, I can promise." Killian sighed and started to walk off, but he stopped and turned to ask a final question, "How much time is left until this galactic war hits." Emiko sighed, "If nothing changes, you'll be long dead before then, don't worry." Killian nodded, "Well Great-Grandmother, I'll see you in about a month." Emiko waved as Killian turned around and started to walk away. He had his final life's task ahead of him, he was going to ensure that future generations would have some sort of an idea of what had happened during this generation to cause the future war, and would create something that would at least give them a shot at victory. His final life's mission, create an archive that only a Verbanan could access.