[img]https://i.imgur.com/SRcKhXE.png?1[/img] [hr] D was on his merry way. To meet his end. Couldn’t you see how excited he was? The two guards were dragging him by his arms. His legs dragged on the ground as if he were passed out. Radvi led them through the Promise’s inner workings - the cold, metal hallways that [i]most students[/i] would never see. Nary a soul was around to watch them as they went to commit a blatant murder. But even if they were, who would object? Gennedy’s orders. Get this fool off the station. As they went, D’s helmet sounded some, making a few low whirs and static noises. After a bit of that, he went silent again. Moments later… [url=https://youtu.be/Z4q_MZ7CRvI][i]“A long, long time ago… I can still remember how that, Music used to make me smile…”[/i][/url] “Oh for-” One of the guards dragging him said, “I thought his helmet was [i]broken[/i]?” [i]“And I knew if I had my chance, That I could make those people dance and, Maybe they’d be happy, for a while…”[/i] “Quiet!” The guard said angrily, proceeding to hit D’s helmet several times in an attempt to kill the music. The other guard dragging the other arm interrupted him and said, “Hey, hey, c’mon. At least this is a [i]good[/i] song.” “Fuck’s sake…” The first guard said in defeat, ceasing his beating of D’s helmet. Radvi didn’t say anything. All he noticed was that the music didn’t sound like it was coming from D’s [i]helmet[/i], but his [i]chest[/i] rather. A secondary sound system? How’d he even activate it without the use of his hands? Questions he wouldn’t be getting any answers to, it seemed. No point in further interrogating someone who had already been condemned to a cold, airless death. [i]“But February made me shiver, With every paper I delivered, Bad news on the doorstep, I couldn’t take, one more step…”[/i] They rounded a corner. [i]“I can’t remember if I cried when I, Read about his widowed bride… But something touched me deep inside, The day… The music~, died…”[/i] They were approaching the airlock at the end of the hallway. [i]“So bye, bye, Miss American Pie, Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry… And them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye, Singin’ ‘this’ll be the day that I die’...”[/i] They opened the airlock. [i]“This’ll be the day that I, die…”[/i] They forced him into the chamber. The moment he was free of their hold, he shot right back up as the song kicked into its beat, straight back to his merry self from a mere hour ago, seemingly free of injuries. And then, he danced. [i]“Did you write the book of love? And do you have faith in God above? If the bible tells you so?”[/i] D pointed upwards with both of his hands as the airlock door closed. He then proceeded to begin playing an air guitar. [i]“Ah, do you believe in rock n’ roll? Can music - save your mortal soul, and, Can you teach me, how to dance, real~ slow~?”[/i] Radvi and one of the other guards simply watched the fool dance as the third guard rested his hand on the ‘VENT AIRLOCK’ button. And unamused at the idea of listening any further, he went ahead and pressed it. [i]“Well I-”[/i] The outside door quickly opened, interrupting D in the middle of his jig and releasing him out into the great dark nothingness of space, aimed away from both the station and Earth proper. His body would float forever in that direction, never to be found. The three guards watched for only a moment before the airlock’s outside door closed back up. And with their assigned task seen to, they elected to leave. Radvi, of course, hesitated. He thought of how this could have all been handled better, but… it seemed pointless to dwell on, ultimately. And so he left too. … … … Some minutes after they had all left, and the coast was well and clear… [i]Oh, as the players tried to take the field…[/i] An air vent on the ceiling swung open, hanging on its hinges. And from it, down dropped D. A [i]new[/i] D, still onboard the Promise, while his predecessor continued to float out into the emptiness of space. [i]His[/i] lights all slowly went out, while his successor’s were bright and alive. [i]The marching band refused to yield…[/i] D - the new one - stood and saluted the airlock door. [i]Do you recall what was revealed, The day… The music~ died~?[/i]