Iceberg
Introduction
Japhet looks up through a window into cloudy, nicotine-yellow skies, trying to find signs of life. Seeing none, they finally accept that the people sent off to defend their home city from a neighboring city-state have all fallen in battle. Their father sits impassively nearby in the unlit waiting room, looking forlorn and saying nothing. Though Japhet is one of very few people eligible for a draft to replace those lost, they rest easy knowing that they won't be selected since they carefully sabotaged the exams meant to pick out new recruits.
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(Internal Monologue) *sound* [Gesture/action.]
Japhet: They aren’t coming back, are they…?
A Dad: …
Japhet: Damn, I guess I’m an idiot for expecting anything more than empty skies. You can’t throw the last dregs of your military at a force like that and think anyone’s going to make it home.
A Dad: [Continued silence.]
Japhet: And what’s gone must be replaced.
(Just not replaced by me. I made sure of it. If this recruiter is in his right mind, he’ll have me sectioned after one look at my psych evaluation. I’m more concerned that my efforts to be as frightening as possible were the closest I’ve come to honesty with these tinker toys they pass off as tools to explore my—*Loud intercom buzz*)
Ginkgo: Excuse me. My sincerest apologies for the wait. Please, would both of you make your way to the last door on your left? *click*
(Feh! Well now all that’s left is to sell my act face to face with the recruiter. Even if I’m out of my league and the expert sees through my lies, the sentence for draft dodging should outlast the conflict itself. The worst case scenario still guarantees that I won’t be able to hurt anyone. Not for a while.)
Artist's Comments
Kickin this thing off with a foolproof plan.
The Rabble