This one was written because the idea was stuck in my head. This is just a small exercise in first person. The Nightsabers don't belong to me. If they did, I'd build a hard suit. .

Lesson in Solitude

Normally I don't mind the piece and quiet. It's comforting, calming so to speak. It's rare for me to get a few moments alone anyway. I mean with the band, I'm always practicing, then, all my other free time's with the others dealing with Rogue boomers. Tonight though, seems wrong. There's energy in the air kind of like a brewing storm. Even though the forecast has clear skies for the next week.

Maybe that's why I'm patrolling the streets instead of heading home to get some much needed rest. I hate the uneasiness of the quiet tonight.

I thought about calling Lina up to come with me. But she has an early morning class. And Nene's still at work.

If Sylia could get away she probably would, but she's actually working on my hard suit. So I'm hard on them. Though, this time it wasn't my fault. Leon grabbed me with his suit. We both were hit by a boomer, so…

There's my turn off. Heading back into the city I debate my options, and head east figuring I'd swing by the station. If nothing else, maybe just to check on Nene. The headset built into my bike helmet comes to life. Sylia's calling all of us together.

Lina's going to be pissed. The boomer's close to the gym. Reporting in I scream off in the direction of the attack, yelping as another of the robots steps into my way.

Shit, looks like the asshole Largo's getting better at 'staging' his attacks. Throwing my bike down I roll grateful for my riding leathers. Well, looks like I get to try to hold out long enough for Sylia to pinpoint me.

If I live through this.. I'm telling Sylia about the major flaw in our hard suits.