[i]Table of Contents of "For What It's Worth": [url=https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/257262707/0/0][/url][/i] [i]Previously: [url=https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/257240726/0/0][/url][/i] [i]Life is a farce, but no less reality. Escape is always next door, should you find yourself there. Had you been inside the helm, well, it went something like this.[/i] π π π π π π π π π [i]I went from going nowhere fast to Mach shit.. [b].. and the radio came back on.[/i][/b] Wesley, my ghost, was thrown around like a tennisball.. caught by a deft left. The one thing I did right was build that radio. Two songs came on at once from burnt memory; completely screwed together.. ..but surprisingly on point. I adjusted Wesley to a finger and thumb around his center, and eased on the accelerator with three fingers. The Silver Seed spurred like a moth in the air, just hangin around for the ride. All seemed realtively well, considering the latter. but see, I had a new problem.. ..the jump-drive could be heard.. spooling up. Wherever this jump-drive was headed.. ..I needed to be neither here, nor there. As I was explaining before, this jump-drive engaged when at full-throttle.. though it takes a minute to prime. This didn't make sense, though.. ..I flipped open the fuse box.. ..and I found my answer, closing it. I [i]just[/i] had to jumpstart this ship, and I [i]never[/i] fixed that discrepancy. Sure, lightspeed will go far, and this jumpship could get the hell outta dodge, but someone's got to blow this horn. [i]..and jumping in atmosphere would kill me.[/i] Sparks broke free from where they could inside the cockpit. It broke my heart, knowing this damage was all me. [i]'Merciless'[/i] had finally depleted, albeit on fire.. [i]..along with my hand.[/i] [i]'The Tall Tale'[/i] was on its way out, and I could be gone with it. The Drifter told me before, to scrap this for an RV, and see space in a long-haul. This was built for that, and everything else. [i]It wasn't supposed to go down like this.[/i] I set Wesley down on the dash, and grabbed a cold canister from underneath the seat. [i]'Operate with two hands.'[/i], the label read. I shook my head. [i]"Casuals."[/i] All plain to see, this fusion rifle had burnt a new hole in my power port; not cool. [i]It was practically welded to my dash.[/i] Attempting to pull free, I was shocked. [i]quite literally[/i] It arced, breaking free of itself.. ..in my hand.. and still in the port. I observe [i]'Merciless'[/i] at-hand, then [i]'Merciless'[/i] in-port. [i]No one was going to believe this.[/i] [i]"Impressive."[/i] Gripping the pin between my teeth, I tear it free, dumping the entire contents of the extinguisher over [i]'Merciless'.[/i] Miraculously.. [i]..it was radiantly glowing.. ..and still on fire.[/i] My glove, previously melted to [i]'Merciless'[/i].. [i]..was now frozen.[/i] [i]"Good grief."[/i] Zavala once stated: [i]"Void, Solar, Arc. It's no coincidence it came in this order, but there are bigger mysteries to solve at hand.[/i] Then, I figured he was out of order.. ..but right now, I had seen the light.. .. I thought I had lost it all.. but.. [i]I created a vaccuum.. ..burnt it alive, and just set it off.[/i] Wasting no more time, I rally the crew of my jump-ship. [i]"Alright everybody, it's time to get out! You can go home, but you can't stay here!"[/i] This was heard, all around. [i]it was just me, though[/i] Snugging Wesley in my shirt pocket, I turn to the seed, it patiently waiting, and set it on top of my head. [i]"You too, short-stop."[/i] The song stopped.. ..[i]and changed tracks[/i] [i]30 seconds till blast-off[/i] I hit the hatch release.. ..slinged the acoustic.. ..[i]and shouldered my trombone.[/i] π π π π π π π π π [i]Next, in this series: [url=https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/257261414/0/0][/url][/i]