Post by Jorge Silva on Mar 15, 2014 17:41:05 GMT -5
11/17/2758
New Madrid Space Port, Hadamarad, Seldon System
1845
As the shuttle approached, Jorge looked out the window. It’d been at least two years since he was last on Hadamarad. And the fact that he was coming home felt great. The small shuttle held fifty people and he listened to the automated voice that told them the shuttle was about to land. In front of him the small holographic screen went blank that stopped the in-flight film that was being played. He closed his eyes as the shuttle suddenly landed smoothly and stopped at a terminal. The shuttle came to a complete stop and people got up. He was wearing a short sleeved shirt and jeans; he opened the area holding the carry-on luggage. Getting out his two bags he then began to walk foreword and go out into the terminal.
Coming into the terminal he saw the large glass ceiling overhead. It was quite the site, sunshine came through the ceiling and he then saw that the terminal itself had also expanded. Thousands of people were coming from flights and getting off. Silva then saw the sign for luggage and eventually found his bags. Shortly after finding himself a ride the space port was gone. The cab ride only took an hour. He passed through the old area of the city, run down areas. Slums really, people outside begging for money or offering to clean a person’s windshield. The cab stopped in a moderately looking neighborhood that was a few blocks away from the slums. Paying the cabbie as he left, Jorge looked at his old home. The drive way still had the old beat up car that his dad drove to work in. The driveway led to the car port which was a bright yellow. He still thought it was hideous, the light yellow on the walls of the home were as he remembered. The bright red door was still the same old fashioned door that he remembered. The small porch still had the antique rocking chair. Carrying his bags as he walked up the path he heard birds off in the distance. How long had it been since he hadn’t heard anything that was not related to warfare? Far too long.
Knocking on the door he looked to his left as he heard more birds. Great now all he’d hear would be those damned birds. The door slowly opened and his mother came into view. Her charcoal color hair puffy was neat as usual, She had large golden hoop earrings and a bright red shirt on with long white pants. She was taller than him by a foot. “Jorge!” she bent over and gave him a hug. She squeezed him hard as she usually did. “Nice to see you too mom.” Jorge said as she continued to squeeze him hard. “Your home, your home.’’ She said over and over again. After a short while she released him and let him inside. The home was not anything fancy on the inside the living room was large enough for at least eight people. Wooden furniture, dark red carpet throughout the entire house that he hated. Eventually coming into the kitchen he heard his father saying something. Walking in his father was over the stove making something. “Hey Jorge.” His father said to him as he was putting spices in something. “Hey dad, how have you been?” he said. “Good, good. Your just in time for dinner, or practically. The sauce has to finish cooking first.” His father also had grey hair but it was cut short and gelled backwards. He never could understand how his father liked to do that. His large grey mustache covered his upper lip and his dark brown eyes were a little bloodshot.
The Silva family half an hour later sat down at the table and began to pass bowls of garlic bread, and three large bowls of spaghetti. “Jorge, tell me how have you been? I know you can’t really tell us much just tell us what you can.” Jorge smiled. “I recently went on a deployment. I can’t say where or when but it was really heavy fighting. We lost some good people unfortunately. The lieutenant in charge of the platoon is a top notch guy. Always making sure everything is correct and actually like me cares about the men and women. He’s not some officer from Alpha Centuari who thinks the world owes him other. It’s been good. It’s been…..uh good.” He said and cleared his throat. “Is something wrong Jorge?” his mother said. “No..well actually yes. Did either of you get the letter from Isabella?” he asked them.
His father suddenly slammed down his right fist so hard on the table that the plates shook. “Don’t mention her name Jorge. Don’t ever mention her name.” he growled at him in a very angry voice. “Pablo, I think it’s best if you go for a walk.” Carla said. Pablo got up and threw the napkin down at the table, and went out the front door, slamming it hard behind him. “I’m sorry you had to see that. Your father is extremely upset about this situation.” She said to her son. “Wait a second so both of you have heard about it? Aren’t you upset about it?” he said to her. “Yes Jorge….it was my idea to kick her out of the family and the will. Your father…well he has become quite vocal and animated about it. I still love her of course. But she….she’s broken god’s laws. She knew this choice. No one forced it on her. But if she wants to live in sin…that’s her choice.” She told him. “I’m sorry about it too…I wish it never happened. I love her as well but I just don’t agree with her life style.” He said and finished his spaghetti in silence…
New Madrid Space Port, Hadamarad, Seldon System
1845
As the shuttle approached, Jorge looked out the window. It’d been at least two years since he was last on Hadamarad. And the fact that he was coming home felt great. The small shuttle held fifty people and he listened to the automated voice that told them the shuttle was about to land. In front of him the small holographic screen went blank that stopped the in-flight film that was being played. He closed his eyes as the shuttle suddenly landed smoothly and stopped at a terminal. The shuttle came to a complete stop and people got up. He was wearing a short sleeved shirt and jeans; he opened the area holding the carry-on luggage. Getting out his two bags he then began to walk foreword and go out into the terminal.
Coming into the terminal he saw the large glass ceiling overhead. It was quite the site, sunshine came through the ceiling and he then saw that the terminal itself had also expanded. Thousands of people were coming from flights and getting off. Silva then saw the sign for luggage and eventually found his bags. Shortly after finding himself a ride the space port was gone. The cab ride only took an hour. He passed through the old area of the city, run down areas. Slums really, people outside begging for money or offering to clean a person’s windshield. The cab stopped in a moderately looking neighborhood that was a few blocks away from the slums. Paying the cabbie as he left, Jorge looked at his old home. The drive way still had the old beat up car that his dad drove to work in. The driveway led to the car port which was a bright yellow. He still thought it was hideous, the light yellow on the walls of the home were as he remembered. The bright red door was still the same old fashioned door that he remembered. The small porch still had the antique rocking chair. Carrying his bags as he walked up the path he heard birds off in the distance. How long had it been since he hadn’t heard anything that was not related to warfare? Far too long.
Knocking on the door he looked to his left as he heard more birds. Great now all he’d hear would be those damned birds. The door slowly opened and his mother came into view. Her charcoal color hair puffy was neat as usual, She had large golden hoop earrings and a bright red shirt on with long white pants. She was taller than him by a foot. “Jorge!” she bent over and gave him a hug. She squeezed him hard as she usually did. “Nice to see you too mom.” Jorge said as she continued to squeeze him hard. “Your home, your home.’’ She said over and over again. After a short while she released him and let him inside. The home was not anything fancy on the inside the living room was large enough for at least eight people. Wooden furniture, dark red carpet throughout the entire house that he hated. Eventually coming into the kitchen he heard his father saying something. Walking in his father was over the stove making something. “Hey Jorge.” His father said to him as he was putting spices in something. “Hey dad, how have you been?” he said. “Good, good. Your just in time for dinner, or practically. The sauce has to finish cooking first.” His father also had grey hair but it was cut short and gelled backwards. He never could understand how his father liked to do that. His large grey mustache covered his upper lip and his dark brown eyes were a little bloodshot.
The Silva family half an hour later sat down at the table and began to pass bowls of garlic bread, and three large bowls of spaghetti. “Jorge, tell me how have you been? I know you can’t really tell us much just tell us what you can.” Jorge smiled. “I recently went on a deployment. I can’t say where or when but it was really heavy fighting. We lost some good people unfortunately. The lieutenant in charge of the platoon is a top notch guy. Always making sure everything is correct and actually like me cares about the men and women. He’s not some officer from Alpha Centuari who thinks the world owes him other. It’s been good. It’s been…..uh good.” He said and cleared his throat. “Is something wrong Jorge?” his mother said. “No..well actually yes. Did either of you get the letter from Isabella?” he asked them.
His father suddenly slammed down his right fist so hard on the table that the plates shook. “Don’t mention her name Jorge. Don’t ever mention her name.” he growled at him in a very angry voice. “Pablo, I think it’s best if you go for a walk.” Carla said. Pablo got up and threw the napkin down at the table, and went out the front door, slamming it hard behind him. “I’m sorry you had to see that. Your father is extremely upset about this situation.” She said to her son. “Wait a second so both of you have heard about it? Aren’t you upset about it?” he said to her. “Yes Jorge….it was my idea to kick her out of the family and the will. Your father…well he has become quite vocal and animated about it. I still love her of course. But she….she’s broken god’s laws. She knew this choice. No one forced it on her. But if she wants to live in sin…that’s her choice.” She told him. “I’m sorry about it too…I wish it never happened. I love her as well but I just don’t agree with her life style.” He said and finished his spaghetti in silence…
