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Alden Akaran

Alden Akaran

Member Since 10 Jan 2019
Offline Last Active Today, 07:56 AM
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In Topic: Another Time, Another Life

Today, 07:56 AM

As he saw Rhea disappeared in the billowing smoke of the wreckage, even through all the pain and grief he felt, Alden couldn’t help but smile. Her grit and determination, even in the face of peril, allowed her to push past the physical limitations her small stature placed upon her. He brushed a hand through his hair, prying some now dried blood from it and pulled the mask back to him face to take in another deep breath of the oxygen it supplied him.

 

Finally, he saw as she emerged from the thick, dark smoke. You could see the struggle in her steps as she carried the larger man, but she did so with a determination that seemed to palpitate out and fill even as well. Pushing himself to his feet again, he forced himself through the pain and into her direction. In this regard, Alden was stubborn and he cared more about others than he did himself. He would allow himself further harm if it helped others. And so he pushed himself on and into her direction where he would help take the weight from her as best as he was able.

 

Rhea Io


In Topic: Another Time, Another Life

15 January 2019 - 11:39 PM

Rhea’s words practically devastated him when she said there were no other life signs detected aboard the wreckage of what had at one time been the Valiant. But the ember of hope that threatened to be extinguished, once more wafted into a small flame, as she followed the initial statement with a confirmation that there were men currently performing rescue ops to bring home those that had made it off the ship upon his order. He sighed and tried to force a smile on his face as he looked into her eyes for the first time since she arrived, but pushing his way through the tremendous grief of loss he felt, proved to be an extremely difficult task.

 

He paused a moment as the two exited the smoky area and turned to look upon what had been his ship once again. He frowned at the site, a tear even falling from his eye and then turned back to proceed with Rhea to exfiltrate the scene. “I’m happy it was you who came for me. The thought of never being able to see you again was unbearable.” He paused briefly, but shifted the focus away from himself again, thinking once more of the man who had died just moments before. “We can’t leave him. His body must be returned home where he can be paid the proper respects a final time.” He pointed back into the smoke as he spoke. To where he had been sitting when she came to him. To where the body of the unidentified man lay, mutilated and charred.

 

 

 

Rhea Io


In Topic: Another Time, Another Life

15 January 2019 - 01:52 AM

Alden's heart almost leaped from his chest as the excitement filled him, knowing with all certainty now that it was Rhea that he had heard before. He wanted nothing more than to wrap her in his arms right now, but he didn't have the strength. Between the loss of blood and the smoke inhalation he was simply too weak to muster the energy for it. As she helped him back to his feet, Alden held the mask she offered to him face, the clean, oxygen rich air a great relief to what he'd been breathing in to the point. 

 

He did his best to assist Rhea in getting him out of here and to her ship, but with the size difference, it really made the task difficult in any regard. 

 

"Thank you," he said in a muffled manner as the mask suppressed his voice some. "What of the others? Have you found the others?" He was asking of his crew that had no doubt sent the distress call for help. But in a similar sense, he was asking of the possibility of another on the ship. He seen one die before his eyes already. He didn't even wish to fathom of who might still be trapped aboard the wreckage. "What of the others? Are they safe?"


In Topic: Another Time, Another Life

14 January 2019 - 02:01 AM

There it was again. Her voice. She was here. She'd come to take him home. His heart raced with an excitement as he was brought out of his grief for a moment and back to the present. He ran a hand through his hair and scratched a moment as he came to the back of it before he rolled on his hip and used it to try and push himself to his feet once more. This time he used jagged and cracked hull of the ship to support himself he stood and he coughed as an errant cloud of smoke wafted into his lungs. Then he spit to the ground by his side, emptying the bloody he'd coughed up from his mouth. 

 

This sucked. He never pictured himself in this kind of situation. No one ever did and even had he, there really was no way to train for it. Not loss on this scale. Not the chaos of emotion it entailed in its wake. It was uncontrollable flurry, no matter how hard he tried. The grief and anxiety. The new found self doubt and blame. It was all there. And really? Who else was there for him to blame other than himself? He didn't see it. This was his fault, his responsibility, and he'd failed each and every member of his crew. The frustration began to boil over from inside and he grimaced, but that quickly turned to a smile as his eyes fell upon the hazy image of a woman. The woman he loved rushing in his direction. "Rhea?" He still wasn't sure whether he was imagining it or not as he replied in question. "Is that you?"

 

He coughed again, this time a dry cough as more smoke entered his lungs, dropping him to a knee again, trying to get below it. The black plumes danced about in their solemn fashion, carried away in whichever fashion the wind blew them.

 

Rhea Io


In Topic: Another Time, Another Life

13 January 2019 - 01:41 AM

That voice. Could it? Could it really be? No! It wasn’t possible. She’d been a part of another fleet entirely. It wasn’t possible. It just wasn’t possible. Even so, the ember of hope began to grow from within and his cold heart seemed to thaw with the warmth and elation such a possibility breathed into him. It was the voice of the one person who kept him grounded in life. The one person that had given him the will to live here in such a desperate hour.  And she’d come to him.

 

He tucked the picture back into the pocket he’d pulled it from and pushed himself to his feet. Even as the smoke of the smoldering wreckage billowed into the air, light had been brought what had seemed to be the direst of moments. At a time when all hope seemed to have been lost, there was an ember present. And from an ember, a flame could be fanned into existence. As he reached his feet, he fell into a fit of coughing and fell to a knee as the vertigo set in once again. His head was spinning and the world with it. It throbbed of pain and it seemed the bleeding had yet to cease as it began to seep downward from the bandage he’d applied earlier. Still, though, he pushed himself to his feet once again. But even that attempt was unsuccessful as he fell once more to a knee. He shook his head in an attempt to shake the dizziness, but that proved to be a poor decision as the throbbing intensified.

 

Finally, he dropped to a seated position and prayed that the voice would call out again. Just as a reaffirmation that it was the voice that he thought he’d just heard. He wanted to believe it was, he had the hope for it, but he wasn’t sure that he had not simply been hallucinating.