southernsideburns:

          “—Anna. I know you aren’t feeling up to a party right now, but… Being queen means sometimes fulfilling obligations even when you don’t want to. I mean, you’re crazy if you think I want to spend half my days treating with foreign dignitaries, but I do it with a smile because it’s necessary — and I don’t want to place that burden on you. Now…

               —now it’s your turn. Just for tonight.”

              ☃ _ ღ  She could hear them already. The mumbled condolences, those subtle glances of pity, all of which expressed by those she was expected to dance and dine with. A room full of people focused on her and her a l o n e. 
                          Muted whispers, 
                                harrowing questions of the circumstance of her rule
                                           – she knew she couldn’t do it. 

                Looking away, she forced herself to keep their hands entwined, though she wished to do little more than to pull away, to recede into her own personal cask of isolation, where she wouldn’t – couldn't – be forced or persuaded to attend. 

                          ❝Hans, I–❞
                                She swallowed, taking in a slow breath. 
                                        ❝I don’t think I can.❞

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SUSPENSION -- LIGHTS

I’m a a ship sailing
And the seas are rough
I’m a satellite
In the space above
When I’m holding here
Or I’m hanging up
In the suspension
You’re not close enough

          then comes the sun… 

               ➳ Shot back with enough force to make her head spin, skid marks from her landing lay indented in the rocky earth below. A cloud of thick, red dust filled the air, and though her helmet remained unscathed, Anna’s mind was numbed by the incessant ringing in her ears. 

                              She sat up, gloved hands quickly canvasing the glass surrounding her head for any cracks, all of which were (thankfully) non-existent. 

                                                A breath in– 
                                                A breath out — 

                 and then she was up on her feet. 

           Lithe fingers brushed against the skin-tight fabric of her suit, her jagged panting prompting her to close her eyes. 

                                         ❝Captain’s Log: Entry 203 
               Security surrounding the Evek was much tighter than anticipated. Drastic measures will have to be taken – I’m headed back to base to re-group. 
                                     …And pro-tip: never cut the red wire.
                                              Way too predictable.❞

                    Switching the mic over to mission control, she sighed, amber brows pinched together as she canvased the area, weary of who may’ve followed her. 

            ❝Hans? Come in Hans. 
                              I was unable to locate the energy source. 
         …Actually, I couldn’t even get inside. Any hope we had of catching them by surprise is totally lost.
                  Rekar was expecting us, and I’ve got a feeling that things’ll only get harder from here.❞

                          Venom lay behind every word, her inconsolable wrath burning deep within her chest. The man responsible for the perish of her family, the destruction of her planet. 

the solar flare 

                  She’d settle for nothing less than blood-soaked revenge. 

        ❝—-I don’t know if I’ve got enough juice to boost myself out of here. My pack’s running low, but we can’t risk you landing here…❞

                                           Racking her brain for some sort of solution,
                                                   she gave pause, 
                                                          an exasperated little breath leaving her once the plan was concocted. 

                                                            in the suspension
                 find me there

                       ❝Alright, I’ve got a plan. 
 Just…be ready to catch me, if this goes south.❞

                                 Shutting the mic off, Anna took in a breath, knowing her scheme wasn’t more than a prayer. 
                                          Her intergalactic expeditions were fueled by the energy of the one thing she carried in abundance – love. And while her demeanor had darkened considerably since the death of those closest to her, Anna had yet to give up hope. 

                                  love, hope, light, ρσѕιтινιту

           they fueled each mission she took, and hopefully some small show of it would be enough to jolt her batteries…at least long enough to get her airborne. 

                                She inhales,
                                         closes her eyes, 
                                                 imagines a world that her sister
                                                           is still part of.

                   and then she begins to sing. 

                            A single note, which reverberates off the dusty glass, causing her to jolt forward, speed increasing by the moment as she shoots through the air. Catching sight of her approaching vessel, she mumbles a curse, hoping to throw off her trajectory as to not, y'know, crash into the thing. 

                                   Jerking to the right, Anna sees only a blur of colors as she crashes into the open hatch, tumbling recklessly into the safety of the ship.