want to pull the cover over his head and sleep for the rest of the day. Just as his mind came to the conclusion that he wanted to sleep for as long as possible, his stomach let out a grumble that it had disagreed.
Tarik forced himself to his feet and slowly got dressed, his entire body hurt. Muscles he didn’t even knew he had screamed in protest as he pulled the jumpsuit over his shoulders. His legs felt like noodles with bricks at the ends. On unsteady feet he made his way to the Dome his mind in a haze trying to ignore the shooting pain every time his feet hit the ground.
Tarik reached the doorway to the Dome and heard screaming within. Forgetting his pain he rushed into the room unsure what he would find.
Tarik burst into the room and flexed his muscles expecting to fight someone. Fists balled he surveyed the room. In one corner Daze was being held back by Instructor Lamb , her face was red with anger; Lamb looked as if he were bored more than anything else. In the other corner a thankfully clothed Rye was being restrained by Bink. Rye had a bloody nose and screamed as loud as she could for Bink to let her go. It was obvious she was drunk as she waved around her hands, auburn hair wrapped around her finger tips. On the third story overlooking the Dome sat a Gorrex. The Gorrex looked like it was ready to leap down and strike.
“Don’t come near me again you stupid white bitch! I'm going to break your pink face!” Rye shouted at Daze.
“Fuck you Rye! I'm never covering for your drunken ass again!” Daze shouted back.
Directly across from Tarik stood a crowd of mostly non humans , several of which Tarik had yet to meet. Tilla and Mange were at the front of the crowd with looks of what he could guess had been fear. He saw Goddess behind a group of pilots as stoic as ever, the group of pilots curious; like they missed a class at half human school.
Rye picked that moment to notice Tarik. S he stopped struggling against Bink and turned her hateful gaze upon him.
“Oh look another whitey! Couldn't fight your own fight Daze? Had to call your boyfriend?” Rye shouted.
Rye reached back on the table grabbed a mug and threw it at Tarik . The mug being thrown by a drunken person lacked any form of accuracy; it bounced off the floor and popped up just enough to hit Tarik in the chest.
“We should have exterminated your entire race centuries ago!” Rye shouted at Tarik .
Tarik couldn't hide his shock, human history had many dark points but what Rye was talking about was a nearly successful genocide of his people.
Every race in earth history had its high and low points, his people were no different. Tarik could point to several points were his ancestors were enslaved and other points where his people appeared to rule the world. Arguing these points were mostly useless as everyone always assumed the other had it easier and their success had been due to them winning a genetic lottery and not their hard work.
At one low point in his people's history, the people of European descent had been held accountable for things that had happened to other races generations before. The other races randomly killed his own for sport and justified it as retribution, it didn’t matter that the victim hadn’t done anything. This continued for far longer than it should have, as some groups of his people stood up against it, the problem worsened. Eventually the sides were very polarized which soon enough led to a civil war. As the sides warred his people who were captured were put to death, this decimated the population which prompted his people to unleash a horrific biological agent. The thought process was the melanin targeting agent would even out the fight. After the biological agent ravaged earth a peace accord was finally reached. The tensions frequently reached the point where they almost started another war. This was a just prelude to the Bubble Wars , and later
Tarik forced himself to his feet and slowly got dressed, his entire body hurt. Muscles he didn’t even knew he had screamed in protest as he pulled the jumpsuit over his shoulders. His legs felt like noodles with bricks at the ends. On unsteady feet he made his way to the Dome his mind in a haze trying to ignore the shooting pain every time his feet hit the ground.
Tarik reached the doorway to the Dome and heard screaming within. Forgetting his pain he rushed into the room unsure what he would find.
Tarik burst into the room and flexed his muscles expecting to fight someone. Fists balled he surveyed the room. In one corner Daze was being held back by Instructor Lamb , her face was red with anger; Lamb looked as if he were bored more than anything else. In the other corner a thankfully clothed Rye was being restrained by Bink. Rye had a bloody nose and screamed as loud as she could for Bink to let her go. It was obvious she was drunk as she waved around her hands, auburn hair wrapped around her finger tips. On the third story overlooking the Dome sat a Gorrex. The Gorrex looked like it was ready to leap down and strike.
“Don’t come near me again you stupid white bitch! I'm going to break your pink face!” Rye shouted at Daze.
“Fuck you Rye! I'm never covering for your drunken ass again!” Daze shouted back.
Directly across from Tarik stood a crowd of mostly non humans , several of which Tarik had yet to meet. Tilla and Mange were at the front of the crowd with looks of what he could guess had been fear. He saw Goddess behind a group of pilots as stoic as ever, the group of pilots curious; like they missed a class at half human school.
Rye picked that moment to notice Tarik. S he stopped struggling against Bink and turned her hateful gaze upon him.
“Oh look another whitey! Couldn't fight your own fight Daze? Had to call your boyfriend?” Rye shouted.
Rye reached back on the table grabbed a mug and threw it at Tarik . The mug being thrown by a drunken person lacked any form of accuracy; it bounced off the floor and popped up just enough to hit Tarik in the chest.
“We should have exterminated your entire race centuries ago!” Rye shouted at Tarik .
Tarik couldn't hide his shock, human history had many dark points but what Rye was talking about was a nearly successful genocide of his people.
Every race in earth history had its high and low points, his people were no different. Tarik could point to several points were his ancestors were enslaved and other points where his people appeared to rule the world. Arguing these points were mostly useless as everyone always assumed the other had it easier and their success had been due to them winning a genetic lottery and not their hard work.
At one low point in his people's history, the people of European descent had been held accountable for things that had happened to other races generations before. The other races randomly killed his own for sport and justified it as retribution, it didn’t matter that the victim hadn’t done anything. This continued for far longer than it should have, as some groups of his people stood up against it, the problem worsened. Eventually the sides were very polarized which soon enough led to a civil war. As the sides warred his people who were captured were put to death, this decimated the population which prompted his people to unleash a horrific biological agent. The thought process was the melanin targeting agent would even out the fight. After the biological agent ravaged earth a peace accord was finally reached. The tensions frequently reached the point where they almost started another war. This was a just prelude to the Bubble Wars , and later
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