Daily Scribble: The Swarm
Dec. 29th, 2011 07:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
skysailorCharacter: Vorpal
Verse: Superverse
Summary: Vorpal ponders on an old disaster.
I will always remember September 2001.
It had seemed like an uneventful month. On the 3rd we nailed a drug ring. On the 7th we stopped an assault by sentient pampas grass. On the 11th, we disabled some planes being flown at buildings. And then the 17th happened.
It started with the buzzing.
It hit our frequencies first, came carried on the radio waves, a constant background noise on the TV news. I didn't have it investigated. It wasn't loud, wasn't disruptive. At the time we were coordinating a strike on Autumnsgold, my ageless former master, and we had "better" things to do than worry about the buzzing.
We should have worried.
We should have known.
The invaders themselves had warned us, and the Abaddon do not lie.
I still dream sometimes of a black sky and the drowning buzz of a million gatium wings.
Verse: Superverse
Summary: Vorpal ponders on an old disaster.
I will always remember September 2001.
It had seemed like an uneventful month. On the 3rd we nailed a drug ring. On the 7th we stopped an assault by sentient pampas grass. On the 11th, we disabled some planes being flown at buildings. And then the 17th happened.
It started with the buzzing.
It hit our frequencies first, came carried on the radio waves, a constant background noise on the TV news. I didn't have it investigated. It wasn't loud, wasn't disruptive. At the time we were coordinating a strike on Autumnsgold, my ageless former master, and we had "better" things to do than worry about the buzzing.
We should have worried.
We should have known.
The invaders themselves had warned us, and the Abaddon do not lie.
I still dream sometimes of a black sky and the drowning buzz of a million gatium wings.
