Halcyon Days :: Miiki's Story
Miiki makes her way down the hall and into a small side room where two of her co-workers are staring out the window. She is about to ask what has them worried but gets enough of a glimpse through the window to know they are concerned about a storm growing on the western horizon. When the two of them leave, Miiki gets the window all to herself.
"That does look nasty," she says to herself, her voice trailing off. Miiki hates storms at sea, whether on the water in a boat or above it in an air ship, you get tossed around either way and with nowhere to run to when you are surrounded by water.
She decides she had better get back to the communications room before someone takes the opportunity to scold her. Outside in the hallway, the five diggers in the group hurry past and into the room where she had been setting up the equipment for them. The mission objective is to test some brand new equipment for their company. Miiki had learned a lot about these things in her short time here. The men would suit up, and had to be ready to take on reaverbots, even though this was only supposed to be a test and not an actual dig. Miiki knew at which depths the equipment hoped to be able to maintain contact, and thus how deep the diggers had to go. She knew about the signals the reaverbots emitted that allowed them to be traced on the spotters' radars, and how the signals from the larger reavers often interfered with communications between diggers and their spotters. She considered the whole thing extremely boring.
There was one aspect of this job however that still held her interest, and that was the task of the diggers. Miiki had never been inside a ruin before and had never seen a Reaverbot in real life. The idea of the unknown underworld greatly intrigued her young mind. The thought of sneaking into the ruins often played in her head, but until she knew more about it all, the thought was scary.
And yet standing in the hallway, ready to go back to the communications room and all of its boredom and the likelihood of a scolding for being a minute or two late, the idea appeals to her like never before. She stares into the now-empty preparations room at the extra equipment. She can almost feel the mixture of danger and excitement, a sensation which could be hers if she were to seize the moment...
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