Home. Whatever race you are, it is a word, a concept, that makes the heart swell with longing. Home can be ancient ancestral lands, or a new place that one has made one's own. Home can even be found in the eyes of the beloved. But we all need it, yearn for it, know that without a home of some sort, we are incomplete.

Christie Golden, Rise of the Horde

Worlds Apart

I sit in my pod, alone in the dark,

So many light-years from home.

Descending down to the alien world,

To land in their blue seas' foam.

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I see the world on my viewscreen,

As I do see its star's light.

Will my pod land on the side of the morning,

Or on the side of the night?

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My heart is racing, my breathing is heavy,

My pod hurtles down through the sky.

My vehicle's HUD shows the rest of my team,

Many of whom will likely die.

…

My pod lands on the shore, I quickly spring out,

We're all seen by alien eyes.

I look away as we begin to slay,

Such action that I despise.

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It's quickly over, and yet I can't mourn,

For on the beach we cannot stay.

But as we move out I look up at the sky,

Looking for home so far away.