Childish

 

Gap Filler for "The Weight"

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A year ago, (was it really a year or had we lost even more?) I had been made to face different facets of both myself and my ancestor as well as his influence on my life. In the very beginning, Before Dylan, he had been an inspiration to me. Then there was During Dylan. That was a time of questions for me. Was everything I had built my life on a lie?

And then there was After Dylan. That was a time of realignment on many levels for me. For all of Dylan’s efforts to the contrary, the truth about Gaheris Rhade came out and with it , I was made to pay. Tarazed joined the CommonWealth because of me. One bright moment in that year had been my joining the crew of the Andromeda Ascendant following Tyr’s escape and subsequent death.

Genetic Reincarnation of Drago Museveni, my ass.

In a childish section of my mind, which seemed to have come to the fore in the past nine months, I boasted that only one genetic reincarnation was allowed at a time.

Nyah-nyah.

And now?

Now, I could care less about survival and screw Dylan and his stupid ideals. I thought of Beka’s words to Dylan before we were reintroduced to Trance more childish than anything else but I can’t say I disagree with her.

Before Dylan, I was the Admiral of the military of an entire planet. I had been needed. I had been useful. I had had a goal for my life.

And now?

I need another drink.

THE END

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