Hey, E.G. is back. I'm supposed to be working on a sequel to my first zoids story, the Night Warriors, but as always, I got distracted. In other words, it's a work in progress, but I'll be posting thus story and another call Unknown Past, Unknown Future. That story will mainly focus around Thomas. The one your about to read is about O'Connell. So you know the drill: read, review enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own zoids, but I have an original story and characters that you may not use.
From the Other Side
Chapter 1
A Rough Beginning
A scruffy looking man was pushed into a chair. The rest of his group was secured in prison for the evening. Colonel Herman stood over the man ready to question him. Normally a high ranking officer would not take notice of a group of gangsters, but these gangsters were well organized and some how managed to enter base grounds. They had not gone for the zoids, like most gangs; instead, the gang had gone to try and capture Captain O'Connell. The gangsters had not been successful and had only injured O'Connell. At the moment he was recovering in the hospital wing.
"I'll ask you once," Herman said. "Who are you working for and why are you interested in O'Connell?"
To Herman's shock, the man answered in a completely different language. O'Connell stumbled into the room as the man was finishing with a nurse scolding the captain for getting out of bed. His right arm was in a sling and he was favoring his left leg.
"He says he will not speak to you in Republic, he will only speak in Native," O'Connell said.
Herman knew O'Connell should be in bed, but he needed answers. "Can you question him?"
"I'm a little rusty, but I'll try," O'Connell said in English before he switched to Native so he could talk to the captured man. "Why did you come here to Red River Base?"
The man looked surprised that the Captain spoke his language so well. "You're Native? Oh well. It wasn't my choice to come here at all; I don't see why we need the reincarnation of his Lordship, Lord Marx. We can summon the Great One with out the help of the sealers."
"His Lordship, Lord Marx?" O'Connell asked. "I always thought Marx was a king?"
The man laughed. "Maybe you are not Native, because every Native child I knew knows of Lord Marx."
O'Connell sighed and translated the important information for Herman. The injured captain had a feeling that the questioning would take a very long time.
Madame President and her loyal advisors looked at the young woman in front of them. Her blond hair had teal green streaks scattered through out the long layered locks. She wore a pair of blue jeans and a long sleeve, teal green shirt. A pair of black boots, a white vest, and a white scarf tied around her waist finished the outfit. Mitch matched eye colors, one eye was clear blue and one was a smoky purple, stared back at Madame President.
"Miss O'Connell, I'm sorry to say we do not agree with you," a man to Madame President's left said.
Another advisor nodded. "We do not see why Native history needs to be studied in schools."
"First off, you're not sorry. So please don't pretend like you are," Anna O'Connell said, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "The reason all children, Native and non Native, need to know Native history is because our culture influences Republican culture greatly. Also, by studying Native history, you'll be getting into Ancient Zoidians."
"That's enough, Miss O'Connell! We do not want Children learning Native history, and that's final! Good day Miss O'Connell," an advisor nearly shouted. Anna stared at every loyal advisor before she glared long and hard at Madame President. Madame President admired the girl and had respected the idea, but others wanted to stomp out the Native culture completely.
Madame President shook her head. "I'm sorry Miss O'Connell. You are one voice trying to be heard over a million others."
"And one singing voice sounds better and will draw more supporters than a million voices yelling," Anna countered before she walked a way from the meeting, and out the door. Near the door was a black book bag that Anna picked up on her way out.
As she left the Capital Building, Anna bumped into an older military man. Anna's books on Native history and mythology feel out of the bag as the papers the man was carrying scattered everywhere.
"I'm so sorry," Anna said as she began to pick up the papers.
The man looked over one of her books. "You're familiar with Native legend?"
"I'm Native myself. My name is Anna O'Connell."
"Colonel Kruger," the man said shaking Anna's hand. "We might need your help, Miss O'Connell."