Chapter I: Legacy
It had only been a few days since the Utopia had crashed on this still unknown planet, and Ghost and the children were still getting accustomed to their new home.
It was on one of those days that Ghost was checking up the command units, when Mothers voice notified him of something strange, something uncommon.
"Operator ... there is an unknown object heading for our position."
Ghost turned from his task and frowned at the observation screen.
"A meteorite? No ... it's too small, with that size it shouldn't have passed the atmosphere. Can you give me a calculation on it's precise landing point?"
"Affirmative."
A set of numbers flashed on the screen and a map of the region around the colony ship appeared. Given Mothers calculations were accurate, the small object would land somewhere on the mountain range behind them, just outside the force field.
"I will go and check it out. No reason to worry the children over this. I'll be back within the hour."
Mothers calculations had indeed been true, and it was easy to follow the trail of smoke to the crash site.
It wasn't a meteorite ... it was an escape capsule, similar to those on the colony ship. Ghost frowned as he hurried towards the capsule. Was it possible? More survivors? Was another of their ships nearby? Had they been attacked?
He skidded to a halt in front of the capsule and his breath hitched in his throat. The Blackbird! Aren's ship. With shaking fingers he reached for the console to open the hatch of the capsule, hoping against reason that it might be Aren himself.
But the capsule's seat was empty.
Well, almost empty.
Sitting in the otherwise empty capsule was a sealed black metal box, and a letter.
To anyone who finds this.
If you are reading this in my absense, it means that I either didn't make it to the escape pod or didn't survive the landing. I beg of you to protect the content of this box, my living legacy.
Should you comply, you have my eternal gratitude.
Ghost recognized Arens curved handwriting without difficulty, even if it seemed to have been written in a rush. His living legacy ...?
He folded the letter and pushed it into the small bag at his belt and reached for the box. Openig it, he gasped again. Seeds! Inside the metal box were two small glass containers, holding identical black and silver Seeds.
His heart skipped a beat. Those were Arens children.
Ghost closed the box and took it, carrying it back to the colony ship, where he would raise them and protect them, like Aren had wished.
It had only been a few days since the Utopia had crashed on this still unknown planet, and Ghost and the children were still getting accustomed to their new home.
It was on one of those days that Ghost was checking up the command units, when Mothers voice notified him of something strange, something uncommon.
"Operator ... there is an unknown object heading for our position."
Ghost turned from his task and frowned at the observation screen.
"A meteorite? No ... it's too small, with that size it shouldn't have passed the atmosphere. Can you give me a calculation on it's precise landing point?"
"Affirmative."
A set of numbers flashed on the screen and a map of the region around the colony ship appeared. Given Mothers calculations were accurate, the small object would land somewhere on the mountain range behind them, just outside the force field.
"I will go and check it out. No reason to worry the children over this. I'll be back within the hour."
Mothers calculations had indeed been true, and it was easy to follow the trail of smoke to the crash site.
It wasn't a meteorite ... it was an escape capsule, similar to those on the colony ship. Ghost frowned as he hurried towards the capsule. Was it possible? More survivors? Was another of their ships nearby? Had they been attacked?
He skidded to a halt in front of the capsule and his breath hitched in his throat. The Blackbird! Aren's ship. With shaking fingers he reached for the console to open the hatch of the capsule, hoping against reason that it might be Aren himself.
But the capsule's seat was empty.
Well, almost empty.
Sitting in the otherwise empty capsule was a sealed black metal box, and a letter.
To anyone who finds this.
If you are reading this in my absense, it means that I either didn't make it to the escape pod or didn't survive the landing. I beg of you to protect the content of this box, my living legacy.
Should you comply, you have my eternal gratitude.
Ghost recognized Arens curved handwriting without difficulty, even if it seemed to have been written in a rush. His living legacy ...?
He folded the letter and pushed it into the small bag at his belt and reached for the box. Openig it, he gasped again. Seeds! Inside the metal box were two small glass containers, holding identical black and silver Seeds.
His heart skipped a beat. Those were Arens children.
Ghost closed the box and took it, carrying it back to the colony ship, where he would raise them and protect them, like Aren had wished.
