Tarot Diary
Write a diary, it helps. If you cannot sleep, write
down your thoughts, tell the book what lays on your soul.
She took a pile of cards. Bought them from a fortune-teller, selling her
predictions.
for a credit...
Picked three of them Tarot cards and smiled devilishly. The reading has
been the same for weeks. It hasn’t changed yet.
The
Devil
Obsession. Earlier it was burning with flame, hot
and destroying from inside. With time it became cool. Calculations,
intrigues... Everything considered from the logical point of view. With
a little help of the Dark Side...
The game has already started. There was no way to finish it as in the
world nothing can be
stopped in its evolution. The real path has never its end. Know your
enemies, but do not exterminate them completely With whom would
you fight then? Who would be your guidance to en;large your
possibilities? Act quickly, but don’t let your illusion dim your mind.
Understanding is the key.
The
Queen of Wands
She took her coat and left the quarter. The Imperial
City after dark was getting cold that time. She didn’t care. Or
didn’t have to. After genetic modifications, her body was fully
adapted to every temperature. For the trespassers, she was a mirage.
Just a shadow seen on the
borders of the visible.
Have you ever thought how
it is? To feel strange in every place you appear? Not having any shelter
you might call ‘home’? Maybe she knew it better than you. Than any
creature she met. But she didn’t care. Or didn’t have to.
Knocked. Not until the door hissed and opened, did she wait
about 3 seconds and pass through.
‘Voice identification. Asahi’ she said coldly, waiting for
reply.
‘Voice identification complete. You have 5 seconds to give the
appropriate code."
She drew in herself, and concentrated on her psychic. Using the
Bio-feedback technique, she sent waves
to her guarding system.
‘Code verified. I turn all the systems on."
Dimmed light filled the room that was shaped in a sphere, with one
armchair in a very center. She took off her coat and threw it on the
ground; then sat on the chair and recalled the datapad code. Before her
sight the terminal appeared. She spoke one word.
His name.
You could wonder how old she was. But even she couldn’t answer your
question. Well... she didn’t care. Or didn’t have to...
She was good at what she did. Skilled enough to be the best. But she was
better. Using the Dark Side of the Force she could have many servants.
But she was also a player. That made less people trusted her. She
balanced at the edge. Beautiful angel with black wings… Known only by
the nick, found somewhere among the names of trading companies… She
didn’t even know what it meant.
After 2 minutes in a deep, Imperial network, she disconnected. Another
phase was done. Glad, she cried a tear. Then she laughed coldly.
‘You were not listening to the poem, sunshine. And you should
have..."
“Tread softly
because
you tread on my dreams…”
"The game is not over yet. But now it’s your
turn…"
The
Moon
‘What the hell it is?!’ He sweared. All the
hatred that has been growing
for months, now seethed.
‘That bitch thinks that I am going to make fool out of
myself in Grand Admiral’s eyes? Destroy those documents!
Now!’ A young Lieutenant was staring at his face. Frightened of
disobeying the conduct, but more scared of the man that stood before
him…
‘But sir! It’s too late, everything
has been in the Holo Net for 5 minutes, HCI lurkers have prolly
investigated it!”
‘Well then, I’ll have to use my connections,
elsewhere my career is over and so is yours.’
‘Yessir!"
He didn’t know her before. They met on a party.
All-nighter at one of the cantinas.
She looked gorgeous. Tall, slim and black-dressed. Reminded him a
shadow… a dark and dangerous shadow from his
dreams. Her sight reached him. Passion and amusement, as if she
was reading from his mind. He was alone that night, And he hoped to pick
up one of them pilot –ladies for one night. He overestimated his
chances. Many weeks later he learned that he was a prey. Silly, he fell
in love with the most beautiful woman he met. He liked her wits and
secrets. Wanted to know everything about her… and help.
"We
are here to serve, to help... so why not to help our officers at the
beginning?" Soon,
he got angry every time she was leaving his quarters. He used diplomatic
channels to bring her to the top. To be closer. And then she said
’enough.
‘Silly bitch, didn’t appreciate what I had done
for her!’ crossed his mind. ‘She’ll pay for it!’
‘Sir, we’ve got what you asked for!’ a cold voice of one of his
subordinates drilled his mind. ‘It’s on your pad.’
He glimpsed the message. As presumed, the report was short. His hands
were cleaned. As always, he felt innocent. The model officer of the
Emperor’s Hammer Strike Fleet...
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