TBVF: Chapter 1: The Most Terrifying Things Are in Dreams
Title: The Blue Vast Future
Author: Ariel Chew
Genre: Sci-Fi, Humor, Friendship, Family
Summary: A SB#187 team aged-up to be in a Kaiju battle. Ariel’s merely a 21-year-old supervisor of Gamma Rapper, but with all the training of the Academy she has, will it prepare her for the biggest turns of events of the century?
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A distant loud scream pierces through the silence and into the night, the once peaceful darkness shattered by the ominous trembling and the sudden noise. It rouses not one, not two, but many, with lights flickering to its maximum brightness as the mass rushes outside of the safety of their homes and into the streets to see for themselves the source of distress.
One of them happened to be Ariel herself.
The sight that greets her almost paralyzes her, almost being the keyword because she didn’t at the end, but rather she stands and stare up at the biggest, very much alive and breathing Kaiju she’s ever seen--
Ah.
The girl wakes, heart palpating furiously within its cage while her back is covered by a sheet of cold sweat, instincts have the girl scrambling out of the safety covers of her bed and staggering like a drunkard into the bathroom, a pair of dilated eyes locating a familiar white porcelain sink as she all but lurch to it.
She throws up as soon as her hands hit the cold surface, one hand quickly reaching up to hold her hair back while the other turns white from gripping the corner of the sink to hard for support.
Maybe she’s a drunkard after all.
It takes her a few moments to get her breath back, another few to rinse her mouth with her handy blue mouthwash, before her legs give out on her. She doesn’t mind, knees knocking hard against the dry bathroom tiles as she slumps, resting the back of her head against the wall as she naturally closes her eyes.
It’s a terrible feeling when you throw up and after you throw up, a train wreck of dizziness coupled with a tsunami of being sick enough to puke again overthrowing the feeble mind so easily.
She hates it; Hates this weak side of her that is nothing but a human flaw in her character.
The sound of her alarm clock goes off noisily in her bedroom, the cheerful noise of the programmed music of One Republic’s ‘Good Life’ playing a few lines making her opens back her eyes and letting out an audible groan.
A horrible way to start her day, she decides, waking up before her alarm clock and especially from a nightmare always makes her awfully gloomy. Almost like Eeyore from Winnie the Pooh, except she’s already 21 and feeling very much like a pathetic excuse for a human being.
Yet slacking off has never been her forte, daily routine and habit drilled into her to get up from the floor to turn off the alarm clock before stripping off her clothes to fold them neatly for the next use. As usual, she finishes bathing and soon dresses herself, her recent throw-up session a faded memory for another time as she gets herself ready for a new day ahead.
She arrives at the Shatterdome at exactly 6:45 A.M., swipes her access card at the security card reader next to a broad gray-faced door, only turning the door knob once the reader emits a chime sound of compliance, and swings the door open.
Call her old-fashioned, but she prides herself in being the rare breed of early birds that has dwindled over the recent generations.
“You can do this.” She talks aloud. This is also a part of her daily routine: A dose of self-confidence boost with words to face the challenges of the day. After all, nobody needs a girl with such pessimistic attitude on base when everyone has their hands full with eccentric people on the team.
As soon as she is inside the building, the spacious yet rugged looking area is already bustling with life, a number of people attending to their job scope for the day or finishing up last night’s tasks. She spots a fellow J-Tech, a mask of indifference as she cheerfully greets.
“Morning Affan! Just finished with work?” A lively smile comparable to the sun dawns on her face unlike her earlier self, while a smaller almost unnoticed smile cracks on his default sleepy expression as his hand reaches towards her.
She squeaks in surprise when he ruffles her hair, amusement etched on his face and upset on hers as she wrestles to regain back her dignity. “Affan! Stop it…!”
“Nope.” A one-word reply of defiance, yet the Jaegar technician still removes his hand away, sending the youth to a flurry of fixing her hair back to its former professional glory. She doesn’t know that he’s watching her, an unreadable look casts its shadow on his face as she is absorbed in her hair frenzy. By the time she is done and looks up, a silly grin has taken over the shadow’s place with no trace of seriousness in sight.
“So you’re going back now?” It’s common for techs to stay outside of the Shatterdome in low-cost apartments. To what she knows, Affan is sharing one with three other techs: Shazwan, Ebenezer, and Mundzir. He nods, and with no prior warning he leans closer.
“Tonight, you’re free, right?” She blinks at his question, tilting her head slightly while she ponders. It’s not that she has anything on for tonight, but she is scheduled for a supervisors meeting with the Marshall that has a 65% chances it will be prolonged. In the end she shakes her head.
“Not really. Except for a meeting at late evening, I’m free. Why’d you ask?”
He shrugs.
“Thought of treating you to a meal as thanks for covering for me the last time, now that we have our salaries out.” He awkwardly scratches the back of his head, continuing. “There’s this new Japanese restaurant a few streets away from here, and I was thinking maybe we could head over there during my break. What do you say?”
“Eh~?! Seriously?!!” Her eyes sparkle in excitement, nodding her head vehemently as she agrees. “Of course! I’ll meet you at the entrance later tonight then?”
He agrees, and soon they part ways with a promise that has her bounding in elation. Oh, how she can hardly wait to savor delicious ramen…!
Yet, first thing first; she hums her favourite rendition of the Sleeping Beauty’s ‘Once Upon a Dream’ by Emily Osment as she presses the bright green up button of the elevator control panel, startling when the metal door of the old heavy-duty elevator opens to reveal--
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Author: Ariel Chew
Genre: Sci-Fi, Humor, Friendship, Family
Summary: A SB#187 team aged-up to be in a Kaiju battle. Ariel’s merely a 21-year-old supervisor of Gamma Rapper, but with all the training of the Academy she has, will it prepare her for the biggest turns of events of the century?
~*~
A distant loud scream pierces through the silence and into the night, the once peaceful darkness shattered by the ominous trembling and the sudden noise. It rouses not one, not two, but many, with lights flickering to its maximum brightness as the mass rushes outside of the safety of their homes and into the streets to see for themselves the source of distress.
One of them happened to be Ariel herself.
The sight that greets her almost paralyzes her, almost being the keyword because she didn’t at the end, but rather she stands and stare up at the biggest, very much alive and breathing Kaiju she’s ever seen--
Ah.
The girl wakes, heart palpating furiously within its cage while her back is covered by a sheet of cold sweat, instincts have the girl scrambling out of the safety covers of her bed and staggering like a drunkard into the bathroom, a pair of dilated eyes locating a familiar white porcelain sink as she all but lurch to it.
She throws up as soon as her hands hit the cold surface, one hand quickly reaching up to hold her hair back while the other turns white from gripping the corner of the sink to hard for support.
Maybe she’s a drunkard after all.
It takes her a few moments to get her breath back, another few to rinse her mouth with her handy blue mouthwash, before her legs give out on her. She doesn’t mind, knees knocking hard against the dry bathroom tiles as she slumps, resting the back of her head against the wall as she naturally closes her eyes.
It’s a terrible feeling when you throw up and after you throw up, a train wreck of dizziness coupled with a tsunami of being sick enough to puke again overthrowing the feeble mind so easily.
She hates it; Hates this weak side of her that is nothing but a human flaw in her character.
The sound of her alarm clock goes off noisily in her bedroom, the cheerful noise of the programmed music of One Republic’s ‘Good Life’ playing a few lines making her opens back her eyes and letting out an audible groan.
A horrible way to start her day, she decides, waking up before her alarm clock and especially from a nightmare always makes her awfully gloomy. Almost like Eeyore from Winnie the Pooh, except she’s already 21 and feeling very much like a pathetic excuse for a human being.
Yet slacking off has never been her forte, daily routine and habit drilled into her to get up from the floor to turn off the alarm clock before stripping off her clothes to fold them neatly for the next use. As usual, she finishes bathing and soon dresses herself, her recent throw-up session a faded memory for another time as she gets herself ready for a new day ahead.
She arrives at the Shatterdome at exactly 6:45 A.M., swipes her access card at the security card reader next to a broad gray-faced door, only turning the door knob once the reader emits a chime sound of compliance, and swings the door open.
Call her old-fashioned, but she prides herself in being the rare breed of early birds that has dwindled over the recent generations.
“You can do this.” She talks aloud. This is also a part of her daily routine: A dose of self-confidence boost with words to face the challenges of the day. After all, nobody needs a girl with such pessimistic attitude on base when everyone has their hands full with eccentric people on the team.
As soon as she is inside the building, the spacious yet rugged looking area is already bustling with life, a number of people attending to their job scope for the day or finishing up last night’s tasks. She spots a fellow J-Tech, a mask of indifference as she cheerfully greets.
“Morning Affan! Just finished with work?” A lively smile comparable to the sun dawns on her face unlike her earlier self, while a smaller almost unnoticed smile cracks on his default sleepy expression as his hand reaches towards her.
She squeaks in surprise when he ruffles her hair, amusement etched on his face and upset on hers as she wrestles to regain back her dignity. “Affan! Stop it…!”
“Nope.” A one-word reply of defiance, yet the Jaegar technician still removes his hand away, sending the youth to a flurry of fixing her hair back to its former professional glory. She doesn’t know that he’s watching her, an unreadable look casts its shadow on his face as she is absorbed in her hair frenzy. By the time she is done and looks up, a silly grin has taken over the shadow’s place with no trace of seriousness in sight.
“So you’re going back now?” It’s common for techs to stay outside of the Shatterdome in low-cost apartments. To what she knows, Affan is sharing one with three other techs: Shazwan, Ebenezer, and Mundzir. He nods, and with no prior warning he leans closer.
“Tonight, you’re free, right?” She blinks at his question, tilting her head slightly while she ponders. It’s not that she has anything on for tonight, but she is scheduled for a supervisors meeting with the Marshall that has a 65% chances it will be prolonged. In the end she shakes her head.
“Not really. Except for a meeting at late evening, I’m free. Why’d you ask?”
He shrugs.
“Thought of treating you to a meal as thanks for covering for me the last time, now that we have our salaries out.” He awkwardly scratches the back of his head, continuing. “There’s this new Japanese restaurant a few streets away from here, and I was thinking maybe we could head over there during my break. What do you say?”
“Eh~?! Seriously?!!” Her eyes sparkle in excitement, nodding her head vehemently as she agrees. “Of course! I’ll meet you at the entrance later tonight then?”
He agrees, and soon they part ways with a promise that has her bounding in elation. Oh, how she can hardly wait to savor delicious ramen…!
Yet, first thing first; she hums her favourite rendition of the Sleeping Beauty’s ‘Once Upon a Dream’ by Emily Osment as she presses the bright green up button of the elevator control panel, startling when the metal door of the old heavy-duty elevator opens to reveal--
~*~
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