|  Retribution: Part Fiveby child_dragon
 
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 They broke free of the thin atmosphere and spun away from 
the moon like stones from a slingshot. Heavy over their heads was Neopia, that 
ball of blue and green that was once their home. Before them were the running 
fighters, the one in the rear their target.
       "You take left, I'll take right," Nina ordered. 
  "Let's take him down."
       Dimly, Danner realized that his foe didn't stand 
  a chance. He was already running wounded, smoke trailed from one of the engines. 
  The speed was reduced and so it was a simple matter for the ships to catch up 
  to him. His comrades had already fled, leaving him vulnerable and ready for 
  the picking. Danner's finger closed around the trigger and his tail lashed in 
  wild anticipation.
       "He's splitting!" Nina cried and fired a steady 
  stream of shots to turn his course back towards Danner.
       "On him."
       The targeting crosshairs locked and flashed 
  red. Danner fired and held down the trigger, sending bolts lancing through the 
  void and into the hull of the ship. It tore it apart and scattered it to the 
  emptiness.
       There was a vast hollowness within him as he 
  let go of the trigger, every muscle in his body slumping out of agitated tension. 
       "Danner?"
       Dully, he turned his ship around, leading the 
  way back to the surface of Kreludor. Things seemed hazy before him, the sharp 
  clarity of thought and action lost when the nine kill markings had disintegrated 
  into dust. He didn't feel as good as he thought he would. Just… wrong. As if 
  oil had been slicked into his fur and would never come out.
       "Are you alright?"
       "No," he replied, his voice flat, "I think I 
  made a mistake."
       She tried to say something more but the gulf 
  between them stopped her words. He switched his comm. back on and heard the 
  tail-end of Nina reporting to their captain that they were headed back to base. 
  The rest of the Gallions would meet them there.
       "Danner, can we talk about this?" she then asked 
  privately.
       And the Kougra merely switched his comm. off 
  again, private line and all.
       The captain yelled at them for a long time when 
  they landed. Danner soaked it in, barely hearing what the Kyrii was saying. 
  Nina kept her head low and watched her friend out of the corner of her eyes. 
  After they both dutifully repeated that yes, they would follow orders or face 
  the consequences, they were free to go. Danner walked away without another word 
  and Nina trailed along behind him.
       "We did this together," she said desperately. 
  "Please, did I do something wrong? Are you mad at me?"
       "No - just go," he finally retorted and hurt, 
  she stopped and stared at his back.
       But she didn't try to follow him anymore.
       "The way I see it," Allan conferred later that 
  evening as day sunk into night, "he's having trouble sorting out everything 
  that's happened."
       The two were in Danner and Allan's shared room, 
  Nina sitting on the bottom bunk in rapt attention and the Zafara leaning on 
  the wall. Danner had been missing all day and Nina was about to gnaw her tail 
  off in worry.
       "I mean, let's face it. Danner is quite proud 
  about his ability as a pilot."
       "That's apparent," the Wocky commented wryly.
       "So he gets shot down. That hurts a lot," Allan 
  continued. "Plus, he was talking in his sleep. Apparently they found him helpless."
       "Who?"
       "Sloth's minions. Nina, don't look so frightened! 
  I guess he got away somehow or else he wouldn't be here, now would he? But still 
  - that's an awful large dose of humility he got served there. Wrap up this entire 
  war, what happened to Rya, and the fact he got shot down and you have a big 
  honking mess for Danner to sort through."
       "Then he destroys the person who shot him down."
       "And what happens then? Absolutely nothing!" 
  he elaborated, "It's a big letdown. Danner thinks that this will end things, 
  make everything better. But in the end it's just another fighter and nothing 
  is resolved because things aren't so simple like that."
       "What can I do?"
       He shrugged and gestured at the door. Nina stood 
  and waited for his final response.
       "Go to him. He's on a ledge near the base, watching 
  the stars. Been there for hours. I figured it best to let him have his time 
  to sort things out himself. He should be done now - and he'll be wanting to 
  see you I imagine."
       "Thank you," Nina murmured, making her way out 
  into the hallway.
       At the last moment she paused and turned.
       "How do you know all this?"
       He smiled gently, a wistful and sorrowful smile.
       "I helped with the resistance on Virtupets," 
  he said, "until a mercenary by the name of Ylana Skyfire found my group. I was 
  the only person who escaped. Sorrow teaches you well, Nina, it is the hardest 
  teacher of all. You will bear its lessons for your entire life."
       "I'm sorry," she whispered.
       "It'll be alright. This is what war is about 
  after all. At least you have Danner. Now go to him."
       She nodded her thanks, words being unable to 
  even come close to expressing the gratitude she felt. Then with a turn she broke 
  into a sprint and the Zafara watched her go in silence.
       Danner was throwing rocks. Every now and then 
  his paw would clasp on another smooth gray stone, raise it, poised silhouetted 
  against the darkened sky, then the muscles would flash under the striped fur 
  and it would hurtle out over the edge to rattle down the steep side and rest 
  somewhere in the darkness. For a while Nina watched him do this until his grasping 
  fingers realized that there were no more stones within easy reach. Only then 
  did she walk over, settling herself down cross-legged beside him and dropping 
  a stone by his leg.
       There were no words, just a mute acceptance. 
  Danner took the stone and tossed it from hand to hand for a moment.
       "I'm sorry," he finally said.
       "So many apologies," she sighed, "Must we spend 
  our lives apologizing?"
       "Sorry. I mean… sorry, no."
       "Shhhh."
       He fell silent and listened.
       "What has happened these past few days is not 
  your fault. This is war, this is reality. Things change, things happen that 
  are far beyond our control."
       "I thought I could end things," he whispered, 
  "Could make the hurt go away. But… I didn't accomplish anything."
       There was silence and the rock fell into Danner's 
  lap, his hands lifeless above it.
       "I feel cheap."
       "You aren't. You are very brave."
       "Am I? I still hurt."
       She smiled gently and took the rock from his 
  lap, turning it over in her own paws, brushing furred fingers against the cold 
  smoothness.
       "Danner, who do you fear losing more? Yourself 
  or I?"
       "You," he replied immediately. "For then I'd 
  be left behind to bear that sorrow."
       "And yet, you let us go after that ship together, 
  regardless of the dangers," she persisted. "We both made a promise and although 
  you say otherwise, you were brave enough to allow both of us to keep it, despite 
  the possible cost."
       He turned to face her, his face solemn. She 
  smiled, despite herself. The singed remains of his whiskers hadn't started to 
  grow back yet.
       "Was that a victory?"
       "I think," she replied delicately, "That was 
  the only victory this war can ever afford us."
       They thought on that together, both of them 
  turning their eyes to the stars to search the constellations. Perhaps they held 
  answers.
       "I don't hate anymore," Danner finally said, 
  "I did. But not anymore."
       "I am glad."
       "I don't think that really solves anything. 
  Retribution isn't worth it."
       The words were coming very fast now and each 
  one was like a raindrop, lightening the clouds so they could soar at great altitudes 
  once more.
       "We're going to see a lot of grief and suffering 
  as this war goes on. That's just how it is. I think, if I let that hate consume 
  me, I'd become nothing. Because hate can drive and fuel a person through this 
  but after the war ends - what then? I don't want to be like that Nina, I don't 
  want to burn so bright that after its over there's nothing left to be light."
       "Then don't."
       He shook his head, marveling at the sheer simplicity 
  of her answer.
       "I won't," he affirmed. "We'll keep our promises 
  and I won't let hate rule me anymore."
       He stood and she stood as well. Side by side, 
  they stared off over the ledge and across the surface of Kreludor, watched by 
  the infinite stars overhead.
       "I would count them someday," the Kougra said, 
  "and weave their numbers into a bouquet for you."
       "So eloquent," Nina laughed. "Let's go inside, 
  Danner."
       He nodded and turned to go. The Wocky paused 
  a moment, considering the stone in her hand. So smooth, so perfect. With a burst 
  of movement she raised it up and threw, sending it soaring through the sky in 
  a gentle arc, brushing the belly of the heavens. She never heard the rattle 
  of its landing - in her mind it would remain forever suspended in the sky, frozen 
  in time. For she had already ran to catch up by Danner's side so that the two 
  of them could walk back to the base. Together.
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