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Defeat has a minion!

the Maguyuk

Defeat
Legacy Name: Defeat

The

Nightmare Yaherra
Owner:

Bright_Shadow

Age: 8 years, 6 months, 2 days

Born: October 31st, 2015

Adopted: 8 years, 6 months, 2 days ago

Adopted: October 31st, 2015

Statistics

Level: 4
Strength: 19
Defense: 10
Speed: 9
Health: 10
HP: 10/10
Intelligence: 0
Books Read: 0
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Unemployed

DRAFT 1

You have the original date marked on a calendar nobody looks at anymore. You do not think about how long it has been, you do not want to know how many of your days have passed.

Your ship is decent, your systems are in Standard, and your autopilot always plots out the pit stops, the repair shops, supply gathering expeditions, and the viewings. At first, the viewings were difficult; your telescope was cheap, your ship was a bit of a clunker, your recordings were grainy and you sometimes didn't even get to personally view the old world before you were forced to run away from the next military barrage. And whatever you could view was inevitably the last minutes, because in those early days you did not travel far enough to outpace the light for long. But you kept on, always determined to view your old home the next time you landed somewhere.

With your meager belongings and the gathered goods you've sold over the years, you eventually bought one of the best telescopes in the market, magnifying far off planets to unimaginable clarity. And as technology progresses, so will your savings, and you will always keep up with the market, though you weep at the viewings missed.

You tell yourself, it's not so bad, because after all there is a finite amount of what can be viewed. When the gathering is good and there is peace, sometimes you have the luxury of viewing whole days, noticing more and more details each time. You are currently fine-tuning your autopilot to aim for the hour and latitude and longitude combinations you don't have recorded.

In the early days, due to homesickness, you would hope to catch a glimpse of your neighborhood during the next viewing. But these days, you are merely trying to record all that you can and each destination is carefully picked for maximum coverage. And you don't have to run as much these days, you generally outpace the weapons of war...

You still do not have the luxury of sitting still and viewing and recording for long periods of time. One day, you will be able to travel far enough from war, buy a powerful enough telescope, and record so much data that you will be able to put to rest some of the most persistent myths on your obliterated planet.

But until then, you have to settle for seeing destruction. Sometimes the viewings are a repeated staccato of destruction, and you see the last hour, the last 20 minutes, the last 78 minutes, etc. These days you dread to view a glimpse of your neighborhood, of seeing your parents' death for god knows how many times. And you are grateful that sound does not travel as far as light...

You wonder if you are selfish, for there are lots of perfectly lovely other planets you gathered on and fled from as they were destroyed. But you trust that each planet will have its own set of faithful refugee(s) hell bent on recording as much of their planet's final hours as they can.

DRAFT 2

Eventually, you stop being so antisocial. The grand war produces a lot of refugees, and inevitably their autopilots will point in the same direction as yours. Before, they were nothing but trading opportunities. But as the loneliness wore on you, eventually you reached out. And you were right, there are indeed other melancholy planet-gazers and as your paths crossed again and again, you realize that perhaps you can team up.

You form a mourning fleet. You pool together your resources to better keep up with the latest technology and take advantage of group discounts. And as new refugees join you, they bring their fuel and salvage and scraps with them.

You expand your autopilot with new planets and algorithms to carefully weigh the values of possible viewing; you are fair, so planets with the least amount of recorded material have priority. Whenever there is a viewing, now there is a group of huddled refugees all looking up with their telescopes and recording devices where there used to be only you.

Eventually some of you noticed patterns. Your fleet of apocalypse watchers now know the signs, having discussed among themselves their bygone days. And some of you eventually switch to viewing 'living planets' once in a while. Eventually there are enough of you who are kind enough to warn others about their impending dooms. It's never enough, but they get the attention of a few people; some in fear of their lives, others looking to get away, the reasons are myriad. They join your mourning fleet, and eventually the predictions come true, and you reprogram your autopilot to give greater weight to destinations that allow the newly orphaned, the newly widowed, the newly homeless another glimpse at their old life.