100 People who have died across the galaxy.

100 People who have died across the galaxy is a series of short stories.

21 - Tariq Yukonson

"On the 25th, the starship "Lucy" was shotdown over Yollop space. Yukon had his head in his hands.

"Four men were known to serve on the ship, two of were permanently stationed there.

"Yukon, Archard, i'm sorry for your loss."

"Trestle, Hudgard, i'll try to get into contact to confirm the status of Jarl as soon as possible.

"Thank you all for attending once again, god be with you."

Yukon and Archard waited in their seats, Archard stared forward into the wood of the pew in front of him, Yukon kept crying.

The Priest walked down to Yukon and put his hand on his back, Yukon looked up to his silent, caring face.

Archard got up first, and walked over to the side of the church, and unlocked a small secret cabinet hidden in one of the walls.

His one good hand was shaking as he took out a small wooden figurine and clutched it close to him, he looked down at it's painted dot eyes.

He placed it into his shirt pocket and took out trowel.

Yukon walked up to the cabinet and looked out on the remaining figures, twelve, where 3 years ago, twenty had been. He took out the figure and looked at the slogan at the back of the cabinet

"We shall take no more" in capitals, in golden lettering, on a cloth made of silk.

Archard looked down solemnly at the small grave he had made for his little soldier, he laid down the small figure, and made a gesture with his hands. Yukon had been staring at the figures, his gaze fixed.

He waited, and waited, and waited.

Days past, then weeks, then years, then decades, then centuries, then a milenium, until the world was consumed in horrendous fire, and everything burned.

In the darkness, Yukon was still there, looking into the small black eyes of the figure.

Archard gently placed his remaining good arm on Yukon's shoulder.

"The Day will come soon, Yukon."

Yukon looked at Archard's large, caring face.

Yukon's venom spilled, "You're a cripple and an idiot, why don't you fuck off?"

A moment of rage; Archard's terth gritted, and he went to square up, but something was different, missing, namely, his arm.

Archard let this moment of confusion wash over the anger, and he walked off.

Yukon took the small figure, and took him home, and tucked him in, and kissed his forehead, and read him stories, and cared for him. He left his house rarely, and would until The Day.

21 - Tariq Yukonson