Fictober, Prompt 14 – “I can’t come back.”
Warnings: none. Sci-fi.
“You have to come back,” he pleaded.
“I can’t come back.”
“You can! The Head Instructor said she’ll let you in again, and you haven’t missed too many lessons—”
“Let me rephrase: I won’t come back.”
“You’re way ahead on flight time, of course, and she said— Wait, what?” He stuttered to a halt, staring.
I looked back calmly, not caring to repeat myself again.
“But you— You have to! If you don’t graduate from the Academy no one will ever hire you!”
“That seems unlikely,” I pointed out. “Just because many space pilots train here doesn’t mean they all do.” I turned back to my packing. The cadet rooms in the Academy were tiny, streamlined and industrial. I hadn’t bothered to accumulate many personal items beyond the necessities; only a few small presents from my twin, always a tiny balm for our continued separation.
Xue continued to gape at me from the doorway. “But— Well, even if that’s true, it’s going to make it a lot harder for you to get work!”
“All you have to do is promise to be more respectful to the Instructors from now on!”
“More obedient, you mean.”
“Well…” he hedged. I wasn’t sure why he was still trying to convince me; he knew me well enough after two years to know that I wasn’t going to accept such an argument.
“But, your family,” he tried next, hesitantly.
“I’m sure my brother will be upset, but he will understand.” He was the only family I was speaking to, these days, and he certainly would understand. He’d be joining me, if he were here.
Xue was silent for several moments then, while I finished packing my bag and my one small trunk. I stripped the sheets off the bed and sent them down the laundry chute, and made sure that the computer terminal was wiped clean of my data. My handheld was in my bag, and then all that was left to do was to shut down the lighting, step out into the hall, and close the door behind me.
He followed me out, then asked quietly, “What will you do?”
“Work, first,” I responded. “Until I have enough for a small ship of my own. After that?” I mused over the question as we headed down the dim hallway. “I think there’s probably a faster way to make the run between Chi’dong and Binyun.”
“But no one’s ever done that run in less than five days!”
“This certainty that we know everything there is to know about known space is most of why I’m leaving,” I told him sternly. “The run that is used now can’t be done in less than five days. I think there’s a faster run along a different route.”
“But that’s dangerous—”
I stopped dead in the corridor, turning to face him and cutting this latest protest short.
“Good-bye, Xue,” I told him. “Thank you for your concern, and for keeping me company. But dangerous or not, it’s my flight to make.”
He opened his mouth on what was probably going to be another automatic protest, then closed it. He frowned, but when he spoke again it was to say, “You’re welcome. Good luck.”
I nodded in thanks and continued alone.
Luck wasn’t going to have much to do with it.