Hold your grandmother's Bible to your breast.
You’ve got to put it to the test.
You want it to be blessed.
And in your heart-
You know it to be true,
You know what you’ve got to do.
They all depend on you.
And you already know.
Yes, you already know how this will end.
There is no escape,
From the slave-catchers' songs.
For all of the loved ones gone.
Forever's not so long.
And in your soul,
They poked a million holes.
But you never let them show.
Come on, it's time to go.
And You Already Know.
Yes, you already know
How this will end.
-DeVotchaka, How This Will End
For My Father, and the Girl with the Turquoise eyes.
Prologue:
The ground was shaking the large towers and buildings of the complex to their foundations as small grey fighters zoomed overhead dropping a cargo of bombs on the shocked looking soldiers, the more intelligent ones running to the cover of the bunker, those who were either too shocked or injured to move just stared at their sky as the hulks of metal smashed down onto them. Lying spread-eagled on the red rock lay a young woman, her faded Alliance Air Division armour glinting in the sun, and blood pouring from a hole in her neck; by her side sat a man, in Alliance Marine Division armour, tears pouring from his eyes as he stared defiantly at another man, who was holding a smoking pistol.
‘Come on mate, you know what she did.’
The man on the ground shook his head in desperation. ‘I loved her…’
Still glaring at his opponent, the man on the ground reached into his holster, puling out a loaded gun. Anger, regret, and burning passion lit up his eyes as he turned the gun on himself and gazed at the dead face of the woman he had once loved.
A single shot rang out over The Woofer, momentarily silencing the bombs, and then the destruction continued, and the debris continued to rain.