Connor stands among the crowd of new and old Transports gathered around the screens. His white robes are now more black and brown and red than they are white. Fresh blood patters on the floor under the tomahawk he still clutches in one hand.
If he looks like the Transporter just hauled him out of a battle with soldiers in United Earth's territory, where he spent the past few days desperately trying to keep a handful of surviving Exiles alive, that's probably because it did.
As he watches, light blooms across the screens and swallows up all he's known for the better part of a year. He turns away as that terrible nothingness takes the place of familiar views and the people who did not run.
They are all dead now. He has failed and they are all dead.
For a man with a new and rather pronounced limp, he beats one hasty retreat from the Observatory.
Connor (Ratonhnhaké:ton) - Open
Connor stands among the crowd of new and old Transports gathered around the screens. His white robes are now more black and brown and red than they are white. Fresh blood patters on the floor under the tomahawk he still clutches in one hand.
If he looks like the Transporter just hauled him out of a battle with soldiers in United Earth's territory, where he spent the past few days desperately trying to keep a handful of surviving Exiles alive, that's probably because it did.
As he watches, light blooms across the screens and swallows up all he's known for the better part of a year. He turns away as that terrible nothingness takes the place of familiar views and the people who did not run.
They are all dead now. He has failed and they are all dead.
For a man with a new and rather pronounced limp, he beats one hasty retreat from the Observatory.
He's done.]