Forgive my intrusion, but I'm . . . the voice of The Hangar. I can't reveal too much now, people are watching. From this point until our story is finally told, I'm going to highlight this world of ours. It's a fractured world, with the divide truly presented. We represent the only voice not heard, mainly, those that survived the Dawn, but refuse to be under Bulinsti's control. We are a free people, and we will fight to the end to maintain that. This is nerve central of the Revolution. This is The Hangar. I'll give you the tour later.
It's strange . . . everytime I see the Wingless Angel fly, it surprises me. Maybe it's becaue I was born in a generation that never saw the great heroes defend the planet. I've read the legends and figured it as nothing more than science fiction. The thoughts of young men and women with creative minds but little social skills. Truth be told, if I didn't see him flying myself, I wouldn't have believed it.
When he's not flying, he's preaching. He calls it philosophizing, but I call it preachin'. He's a smart young man, but he's kind of a loner. Reading his bibles, playing the same haunting 15 notes on his guitar every night, and lighting the candles in the sanctuary. Since his old man passed a couple of years ago and his girlfriend got captured around the same time, he remained distant and angry, disconnecting with humanity, even with the others. Sure, the rest of us have known each other longer, but he has tried to fit in with the rest of us.
He's one of us, that's for sure.
But when he flies, he feels free. Soaring in the clouds, hoping from rooftop to rooftop, he is one with the sky. Even I could see that.
He's also a hero, protecting the innocent, taking on all threats. When I saw him actually fight a Centauri, I was shocked and actually kind of frightened. One man with the power to take down a machine the size of the old Empire State Building should be one we all should fear. Instead, he emerges from his victory without pride or arrogance but, rather, sadness.
Still, as much as I am awed by his power, I think I'm more struck by the fact that he flies. This Wingless Angel soaring like he has wings.
He's one of the primes. He's one of our greatest defenders of freedom. He will bring the Urth back to normal.
