Story: Home Pt 1

Bored of walking what seemed to be endless hypnotic stairs, N'maro found a door out of the main stairwell and out to where the building was still being given its skin. Greeted with a pleasantly cool breeze, he sat on a nearby ledge and looked out on what he thought to be a wholly remarkable view.

"Its.. different..."

The words alomst reluctantly escaped his mouth, like a bucket just on the brink of overflowing. He sighed, breathing in the almost sterile air of the city, and looking down to see the busy street below and the smoothly flowing traffic of ground and anti-grav vehicles.

YC113. Terraforming was an old art by now, but it was only recently that humans had gotten the hang of pre-planned cities. This had always been one of Astrin's more pleasant climates, but had always been lost among the mire of poverty and strife that had been the old city of Liberty's Fortune, loosely translated from its Gallente name. Now though, the glistening white of the city had the oddest effect of both subjugation and amplification looking both warm and tepid at the same time. Up here N'maro could feel it more so, as the sun kissed his skin just enough to be felt before the sterile breeze swept gently over him.

N'maro looked up again and took in the view. He had done his research before coming back here. He was well aware that everything that was once here was now dead and buried. He had anticipated however, a feeling of relief, of liberation even, to see the place buired under the glistening shards of glass populating the skyline. Instead he felt something closer to apprehension and caution. Mixed in with that, N'maro felt a degree of frustration creeping up on him.

He felt the sudden urge to stand up, and he began pacing up and down, the purposefulness of his movements belied by the aimlessness of the action. His thoughts rattling around like ballbearings in a tin can.

"Why should this be so scary?" he thought to himself.
"There was nothing to miss, nothing to go back to..."
He suddenly stopped as the inevitable question rose to the top of his mind.
"Then why did I come here?"

Overcome by a sudden sense of helplessness, he leant back and slumped down at the base of a nearby pillar. Why had he come here? In all the thought that had gone into the trip, not once had he previously put his finger on why he felt the need to come here. The answer now he was here, was proving just as illusive. He reflected on the series of events up until the present. The Tribe had ejected him too soon for him to make any real freinds, and for yet another illusive reason, he just didnt mix well with many of the Matari he'd met so far.

Then there was her. How suddenly she left.

He ran his fingers over his shaved head, calming just a little. Perhaps, he thought, he was looking for some connection, something significant to him personally. But then there was nothing here. Like a fire slowly growing from a flicker to flame, frustration began to transform into determination. It gripped and coursed through his mind, and he stood up and made quickly for the door to the stairs.

"There has to be something" he said out loud
"Anything..."