Year: 2384 CE

Location: A sub level unit on the lower hemisphere of the planet earth.

Life…

Life is as long and distasteful as you make it. Or at least that's the way it's been for the last two hundred and thirty three years.

My name is Noose. Lieutenant Noose. I'm a Militia class special talent mercenary for the Utopian society patrolled by the 27 leaders and the over seeing, massive computer, The Order.

A lean woman rested against the rotten yellow exterior of a wall that belonged to a building well past its time. Her left arm mounted against her knee, in it a small recording unit was active; its small, red LED light contrasted against the rough shadows cast by the wall. Outside a sorry horizon of a desolate earthy yellow flickered with heat from a harsh sun planted in the sky. In the scarred plot of the scene the woman looked more impatient than perspiring against the setting, impatient in a sense that she was waiting for something, and that something was more intolerable than the sun and all forms of heated malice that came with it.

At top the corner of the wall that connected with ceiling a warped creature crawled slowly. Some light from the sun managed to intermix with the shadows to give off a brown –orange light. The creature that scurried appeared to be the perverted traits of what was once known to be a scorpion, now known as a poison devil scurried along the outdated molding. The tail on the thing swelled and spanned at four inches long and an uncomforting inch wide. At its front were its pincers, swelled with practically just the same deadly amount of poison. The thing itself boasted the diameter equal to the length of a small plate.

Like all things undesirable in this world it held a name suiting that which made it fearsome. It was truly 'the Poison devil', deadly to any one whom grasped it. A long maneuverable stinging tail to protect its back, and two stingers/pincers at its front, ensuring that whoever tried to attack it from the front would have not only two helpings of detrimental poison but it was up to the poison devil itself to judge when it would stop feeding poison to its victims; its pincers are very hard to remove.

There was only one thing that made it questionable in desire and that was the incredibly supplemental almost rejuvenating meat that was tightly compacted to its underside. But only compassionate fate or extreme foolishness would land someone such an amazing meal, one of which that would sustain a starving man for nearly a week.

Noose snapped off the recorder. She growled inwardly. Glaring into the sun and destructive heat her black and neon colored eyes scanned the area.

Nothing yet

She drew back from her twisted position and came to rest against the wall again. She closed her eyes and let her raw tongue prod at the draught her mouth had become. Suddenly a weight landed on her head; oddly curved reeds slid and pressed at the sides of her head. Her eye brows furrowed and her hand lunged for the thing.

Fearing no one or anything the Poison devil did not grow alarmed when it fell from its post on the wall onto something living and considerably much bigger. Its four legs on either side strengthened and lifted to find balance atop the creatures rounded, fur covered head. Its swelled tail remained lowered. It had nothing to fear from this creature if it even flinched it would send near to a gallon of deadly poison into its brain.

Too bad it did not fear the creature it was atop.

Noose effortlessly grabbed the thing and yanked it in the air; it was too stiff out of shock to react. With a flattened palm she thrust it against the strong part of the wall.

The motion did not shatter it but knock it into a noticeable concept of unconsciousness. Enough time for her rip off all three of its poisonous stingers and its legs, she stripped it of its underbelly leaving nothing but a distasteful array of alien organs and tissues considerably foul to those who had the privilege of eating other more palatable things. She bit down hard and the thing sprayed slightly, the nourishing fluids were so abundant in the thing the juices sprayed under the pressure of her hungry jaws.

It was bitter but nourishing, such a universal combination. To her it was just meat, meat that would help her keep alive long enough to allow her to continue waiting for her escort.

It's ironically humorous how random little memories can resurface into one's mind when looking into the face of a powerful and most perceivably deadly threat.

She was helpless and regretful of ever traveling back in time, two flaws she had not comprised for a rough 17 years. Being pinned into a kneeling position by a 7 foot tall, blue and tan robot that held her in a choke hold; she regretted ever agreeing to the latest time travel assignment her agency had recently conducted.

Noose couched and choked, her hands clawed at the reptilian dermis that lined the robot's Palmaris. Without even a mechanical sputter it effortlessly lifted her into the air. Now she dangled in front of it. Her bleary eyes position on the robot's face, its mouth pulled into a downward crescent as it literally snarled at her, she could not restrain the flow of panic and adrenaline coursing through her body as she saw that under its lips were defined twin bottom and top rows of white pointed teeth.

She would not panic. Instead she would resort in the only way she saw fit in responding to deal with this surreal situation. The only way she knew how to react was with harsh, physically reactive force.

This would've been a great maneuver, if the creature was of organic composition rather than mechanic…

Each time she moved her feet into a kick, her foot connected with metal causing a resounding clang to echo through the alien corridors. Being with dysfunctional nerve receptors from the waist down, she could not feel the amazing pain that would be the natural reaction to one smashing their foot against a hard surface, she could, however anticipate a progressive deformation of her feet.

That only made the thing become more agitated with her, as oxygen was quickly depleting from her systems and her mind began to leisurely swim in and out of rationality she swore that the thing was trying to communicate with her.

Her estranged vision reported that his mouth was truly moving. With the fluctuating reliability of her ears, also effect by slackened oxygen amounts she could hear a harsh growling and snarling language filter from its intensely shaped mouth.

He really was snarling some kind of obscure but once again oddly familiar dialect. While her brain was momentarily logical she scowled at not being able to understand whatever it was trying to communicate to her.

A stunned moan escaped her as its oddly fingered fist tightened around her jugular, forcing out the humiliating sound. She could feel its talons begin to puncture skin. What remained of the air within her became nonexistent as she could palpate the coming effect that she would pass out any moment now.

Well I'm really fucked now... Were her last words as the world around her became clotted in heavy black sheaths, before her eyes rolled back into her head she could see another oddly patterned in colors of red white and brown robot rushing towards them yelling some sort of reprimand.

Its inscrutable hollering was cut short as her hearing died and her eyes rolled into the backs of her sockets. In the back of her mind she could feel the pressure around her neck begin to slacken, but it would not be fast enough to save her consciousness.

Her last thought were her figuring's that she was dead, or about to die, either way there was no way to fight her way out of this one.