kore_logs | For Fear of Nightmares

Who: Martha and Open
When: Day 104
Where: Around the Island
What: Martha is not sleeping much at all. It's going to catch up.
Note: None for now...

Martha took a sip of water to sooth her throat, and crawled out her window yet again. She doubted her roommate would notice, but still, it was easier to just leave.

The latest nightmare had been really difficult. She had relived Japan again, but this time she saw it from The Valiant. A last look before her own execution. Her screams woke her before he could kill her, but she was shaken.

The sleepless nights were starting to catch up to her. She was trying to eat, but she was too exhausted to even feel hungry. And all possible exertion had to be saved for clinic duties. And helping people from the sea monster attack. So a few nibbles of crackers here and some canned something or other there was how she nourished herself. Ned would not be pleased.

If she were honest with herself, Martha knew she had to sleep. Had to deal with it. But the nightmares... she couldn't keep facing them. She'd rather die than be forced to watch Japan burn again. Or any of the other things she kept reliving. And so Martha walked through the night, hoping to find distraction until morning.

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"An octant? Well, the fist is approximately 10 degrees. And one always has it on them. And I've never done the type of traveling where I have to be pinpoint accurate."

Martha does look amused when he baits her about his name.

"Dilandau... and most certainly not a mister," she replies.

"It's an eighth of a circle, so forty-five degrees."

It's a measure of how far his expectations have sunk that someone actually remembering his full name pleases him.

"Squadron Leader Dilandau Albatou. I haven't been a Mister since I was eleven."

She smiles at his need to explain it to her, but doesn't comment. She's more interested in his name.

"Squadron Leader. What army do you lead?"

Suddenly all his discussion of soldiers versus civilians makes sense.

"Generals lead armies, Squadron Leaders lead squadrons." Led squadrons. He breaks their gaze and goes back to staring at the stars.

"I'm in the red-copper army, as the leader of the Dragonslayers. It's a frontline guymelef unit, specialising in capture and destroy."

He glances at her and then glances back at the stars. He's been here long enough to know he needs to explain what ought to be obvious. It's a habit now to describe any piece of technology that's not found off of Gaia.

"You don't have guymelefs on your world, I'm told." A sign of how obviously backwards earthlings are, guns or no guns. "They're suits of armour five times as tall as you, piloted from a cockpit in their chest. A man here calls them robots, though they don't think by themselves. My unit's 'melefs were one of the first batch that flew."

The Guymelefs were interesting, but Martha was really more interested in his other information.

"There's dragons on your planet? I've never seen one. They're just stories, but we have so many stories about dragons in my world."

She's assuming dragons are probably a bad thing based off the fact that his planet has slayers for the creatures. But the idea is still enchanting.

"In fact, my country on Earth involved some dragon lore. Quite a bit of it."

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