Alternatively - 6/?
Ah, back again, I see. Glad to know that my endless chatter is interesting to someone.
And yes, the Black Guardian was rude to me again, but that's okay because I've just imprisoned him within earshot of myself for all eternity.
Either that, or he keeps quiet and listens to the story.
-BAD WOLF-
"Kivineeria?"
The Doctor made an exasperated sound. "Qvnaerie," he corrected.
"Whatever it is," Rose interrupted. "What is it? Apart from impossible to pronounce?"
"Oh, brilliant," said the Doctor happily, racing around the console like the fate of the universe didn't rest on his slender shoulders. "One of the first human colonies. Back when the galaxy was mostly safe and the really nasty things in it didn't see you as a threat and everything was just zipping about and warp drives and red alerts and stuff, they were colonising everything in sight. Most of them didn't work out because the people trying to figure out what was safe and what wasn't didn't know what they were doing, but Qvnaerie was lucky. They made it. Took thousands of years before they got bored or whatever and everybody left at once."
"Why?"
"Overcrowding, pollution, same things which made you lot leave Earth in the first place. No problem."
-BAD WOLF-
"Vynn, get in the escape pod."
The man in question shook his head belligerently, pulling his arm away from the grip of his sister.
"You're going to die!" she insisted. "And they're running out of room already! If we don't go now, we both get left behind!"
"And if we go, what do we do then, Illa?"
"We don't die."
"Qvnaerie is our home, it's all we've got!"
"All we've got is our lives, now come on!" Vynn's sister tried once more to pull him to the last spaceship by force alone, but he was stronger than she was and remained firm.
"I'm staying behind. Let someone else have my space in there." And Vynn stalked away.
No stupid heliovore was going to make him run. Qvnaerie was everything he had, everything he was, everything he knew; he'd never survive out there in the rest of the universe. Illa would. Illa was strong, Illa was brave, Illa could do anything, adapt to any environment. And he... He was the useless one. He was the one who couldn't do anything or even think of anything which didn't have something to do with his beloved planet. He couldn't help it if Qvnaerie, her quirks and history and greenish water and purplish grass, was all he could comprehend. Spaceships and the rest of the universe were intimidating, terrifying, even.
And don't even start on aliens. He didn't much fancy getting chatted up by a bug-eyed monster, thank you very much.
Footsteps, slightly laboured breathing, and Illa came into view.
"I'm not leaving without you," she said in explanation.
"I'm not going."
"Then I'm staying."
As the red-tinted sky dimmed to purple and the last spaceship flew away, leaving several villages' worth of people behind, Vynn turned his crystalline grey eyes to the new light in the heavens, the massive body of the heliovore glowing faintly in the dying sunset.
They were all going to die, thought Vynn suddenly. They were all going to die. He was going to die, and he had dragged his sister down with him.
And yes, the Black Guardian was rude to me again, but that's okay because I've just imprisoned him within earshot of myself for all eternity.
Either that, or he keeps quiet and listens to the story.
-BAD WOLF-
"Kivineeria?"
The Doctor made an exasperated sound. "Qvnaerie," he corrected.
"Whatever it is," Rose interrupted. "What is it? Apart from impossible to pronounce?"
"Oh, brilliant," said the Doctor happily, racing around the console like the fate of the universe didn't rest on his slender shoulders. "One of the first human colonies. Back when the galaxy was mostly safe and the really nasty things in it didn't see you as a threat and everything was just zipping about and warp drives and red alerts and stuff, they were colonising everything in sight. Most of them didn't work out because the people trying to figure out what was safe and what wasn't didn't know what they were doing, but Qvnaerie was lucky. They made it. Took thousands of years before they got bored or whatever and everybody left at once."
"Why?"
"Overcrowding, pollution, same things which made you lot leave Earth in the first place. No problem."
-BAD WOLF-
"Vynn, get in the escape pod."
The man in question shook his head belligerently, pulling his arm away from the grip of his sister.
"You're going to die!" she insisted. "And they're running out of room already! If we don't go now, we both get left behind!"
"And if we go, what do we do then, Illa?"
"We don't die."
"Qvnaerie is our home, it's all we've got!"
"All we've got is our lives, now come on!" Vynn's sister tried once more to pull him to the last spaceship by force alone, but he was stronger than she was and remained firm.
"I'm staying behind. Let someone else have my space in there." And Vynn stalked away.
No stupid heliovore was going to make him run. Qvnaerie was everything he had, everything he was, everything he knew; he'd never survive out there in the rest of the universe. Illa would. Illa was strong, Illa was brave, Illa could do anything, adapt to any environment. And he... He was the useless one. He was the one who couldn't do anything or even think of anything which didn't have something to do with his beloved planet. He couldn't help it if Qvnaerie, her quirks and history and greenish water and purplish grass, was all he could comprehend. Spaceships and the rest of the universe were intimidating, terrifying, even.
And don't even start on aliens. He didn't much fancy getting chatted up by a bug-eyed monster, thank you very much.
Footsteps, slightly laboured breathing, and Illa came into view.
"I'm not leaving without you," she said in explanation.
"I'm not going."
"Then I'm staying."
As the red-tinted sky dimmed to purple and the last spaceship flew away, leaving several villages' worth of people behind, Vynn turned his crystalline grey eyes to the new light in the heavens, the massive body of the heliovore glowing faintly in the dying sunset.
They were all going to die, thought Vynn suddenly. They were all going to die. He was going to die, and he had dragged his sister down with him.