Merry Christmas to all, and to all a Good Night

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There is always something about that particular carol that gets to me, and brings a moment of peace to a hectic world. Also, I wrote this one-shot for a Gundam RP board. (After the jump. Caution: Written after a few bottles of Guinness and an energy drink. The idea was great, execution…not so much. XD;; )

Lorenzo Ruiz, Captain
EFSS Red October
High Earth Orbit

Lorenzo felt jittery, as if a horse at the starting gate. The Red October and her escorts were about to orbit around the far side of Earth, and as an impromptu gathering, he and a few other off-duty crewmen had come up with a way to pass the time. Rather, he and his Broadsword team thought it best to come together this once, and not talk about the war.

“Ready?” Lorenzo asked, as he watched Mohammed nod, with Sheila and Carol smiling. Behind them, the XO of the ship, Commander Vasily Borodin, tap on the conductor’s stand. They were floating aimlessly in the middle of the somewhat deserted hangar. Several mechanics watched as the quintet brought their instruments to bear.

Lorenzo on the acoustic guitar, Mohammed on the trumpet, Carol in a Violin, with Sheila resting on a rail, a small keyboard on her lap.

The first melodious notes came out of Carol’s violin as Mohammed and Lorenzo followed suit. Commander Borodin started to conduct, as Sheila joined in. They would go through two runs of the song’s iconic melody, before Lorenzo took a deep breath.

Stille nacht.

Lorenzo said the German wobbly, as he continued to strum on his guitar, slowing to match his singing, as the others followed suit. Lorenzo closed his eyes, as a viewscreen showed the sun setting behind the Earth, a last flash of light before the screen showed only the darkened Earth at night. They were to pass over the old biblical town of Bethlehem in this course rotation, and he felt it was appropriate. It was the 24th of December after all. Christmas Eve. 2355 UTC.

Heilige Nacht.

He thought of the past two years, of the war and pain he had inflicted on and was inflicted to his beloved Earth, the men who had died in their needless but unstoppable urge to prove something.

Alles schläft; einsam wacht

His voice got jittery once more, as old memories flooded back to him, as this particular song always did. His guitar notes, slowed down, felt mournful especially when Mohammed’s trumpet and Carol’s violin added their own poignant sound that was filling the hangar.

Nur das traute hochheilige Paar.

At this point, Sheila joined him, having turned looked up at the sheet, her German even worse than his, while the addition of a female voice made all activity in the hanger cease.

Holder Knabe im lockigen Haar.

Mohammed and Borodin brought in their voices now, funny. An Arab and a Russian, singing a German song speaking of a religious event long forgotten by many of this day and age, but kept alive in Lorenzo’s faith and heart.

Schlaf in himmlischer Ruh!
Schlaf in himmlischer Ruh!

As the first verse ended, a few mechanics jumped off, one producing a harmonica, while the other, bringing two sticks and a piece of metal, they would bring in their own sounds as they would crowd around Borodin and Sheila for their sheets.

All the while, Lorenzo continued to sing, eyes closed, shaking as memories dredged up. Many bad, horrifying, and not worth mentioning. His first kill, his first gleeful expression at the death of another human being. The civil war.

Stille Nacht, heilige Nacht,
Hirten erst kundgemacht.

The impromptu group grew, as an enterprising mechanic switched on the intercom to the bridge. Perched on his seat, Captain Ramius smiled, before having the whole thing broadcasted throughout the ship. And Lorenzo’s mournful, yet firm singing and guitar continued.

Durch der Engel Halleluja,
Tönt es laut von fern und nah.

Already all activity on the ship beyond normal operation ceased. Cooks looked up from their pots, those in the lounge looked wistfully out towards Earth, as the navigator noted they were cruising right above the Arabian peninsula. Alrready the Red October had broadcasted the thing towards it’s escorts, with nothing but Captain Ramius’ calm, contemplative face on the monitor and a smaller screen showing the growing gaggle in the hangar.

Christ, der Retter ist da!
Christ, der Retter ist da!

Lorenzo thought of his friend, a spacenoid girl and last he remember, a coordinator. Killed when he was a teen by bigots and racists. Passing on her words and love for nature to him, and an apology. He shook as a single tear formed in his eyes, a fifteen year old, the only stranger in the funeral surrounded by spacenoids and security.

Stille Nacht, heilige Nacht,
Gottes Sohn, o wie lacht

The ships moved on over the Arabian peninsula, passing over the Indian subcontinent as the ships moved closer back into the view of sunlight. Already men and women were singing, either in German, English, or their own native tongue, along with Lorenzo and his merry band. Their voices ascending and the mournful tone transitioning to a steady, hopeful one.

Lieb’ aus deinem göttlichen Mund
Da uns schlägt die rettende Stund’.

The ships burned once more, quickening their pace at the predesignated point. Already the corona started to form in the western horizon of Earth, before bursting sunlight coincided with the last, triumphant lines of the song.

Christ, in deiner Geburt!
Christ, in deiner Geburt!

The magic lingered as the ships were bathed in sunlight, the automated navigation turning their bows towards the moon, ending their patrol route. Many people sat in deep contemplation and Sheila and Mohammed ended their parts in the program, as did the newcomers. Carol continued to provide her violin to the lingering moment, before ending it as well. Lorenzo didn’t utter a word, only slowly drawing his fingers to a close.

It would be a few minutes before the band would pick up a new song, letting each man and woman to be lost in the silence of space, the clocks aboard the ships chiming midnight on the 25th.

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About Jusuchin (Military Otaku)

Conservative, Patriotic and an Otaku. Recent grad of George Mason University. I am interested in firearms, politics, Japanese Anime, and military tech.
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One Response to Merry Christmas to all, and to all a Good Night

  1. c2710 says:

    Hope Panzer Klaus visits you tonight. It’s now Wed over here in Sg. Time to see what Panzer Klaus gave me.

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