PROLOGUE: Rain of Recall
Mylene sat watching the rain, her long fingers drumming the arm of her chair,
trying to catch the tempo of the storm. She lounged in a wicker chair wearing
panties and a t-shirt, secure on her 8th floor porch that her comfortable
attire was unnoticed. Fame...fame made it hard to be yourself, to get close
to anyone. Her music was important to her, very important, and over the last
few years she felt she had made great strides with it. Her personal life..
She didn't have one of those.
The rain was comforting to her, now, always coming at 3 am for one hour.
Every day, without fail City 7's systems brought this rain, without it she
might be lost, having grown up with it since age 7. 11 years, now. It was
her birthday today, February 2nd 2049. She was an "official" adult now,
convenient how her mother ignored that she had been married at 15, giving
life to her oldest daughter at 16. But, I guess being a clone is different.
It still sucked.
Mylene was different, her music had absorbed her life, to the exclusion of
anything else. Her mother had been trying to engage her to a pilot, a former
student of hers....Gamlin. She missed Gamlin. Gamlin was a member of Diamond
Force, City 7's fighter squadron, under her mother's (the mayor!) command.
Before that he had been a member of Battle 7's pilots, under the command of
her father. Being the youngest child of the two most powerful people in the
fleet hadn't made life easy for her. Much to her mother's consternation, she
had taken her musical talent, trained from an early age starting with the
piano, and joined a rock band at the age of 14. That rock band, Firebomber,
had made it big, saved the universe (well, kinda) and went on to continue to
define passion for music for another year or so. Then the leader of the band,
Nekki Basara, a man Mylene hated and loved at the same time...never a weak
emotion, decided he needed to do something else, try new things, travel.
Without him, Firebomber could still function with Mylene, since she was the
other lead.. but after a while everyone got tired of it, and they decided
to take a break. A long break.
Mylene had done some work with the "Jamming Angels", the female members of
Sound Force, the musical unit made to defeat the protodevlin (a few creatures
that lived off life energy, which it seems music can manufacture, once they
learned the secrets of music, they could make their own). The Jamming Angels
were always an option, she had been doing some gigs with them, recorded a
single. That was late last year, she'd not done anything for a couple months
now, not since Christmas. She'd rarely left her building since Christmas,
she'd go to the gym, play in her music room, sleep, watch TV, listen to music.
She didn't really have any friends...sure Ray, Veffidas, and Akiko (their
producer, and Ray's...friend) had visited her, as well as her mother.... and
Gamlin, just once. Their relationship had never produced much of anything but
seeming discomfort for him, she felt safe with him, but that a romance does
not make, she guessed.
While she was musing on the past, the rain stopped. She looked at the drops
still slowly dripping from the eaves on her porch for a minute more, then
stood up and stretched out her muscles. There was another changed, she mused,
no longer was she a 5' tall little pixieish girl, a few growth spurts and she
was now a little taller than her mother (at 5'10", mom 5'9"), the great
Meltron warrior. she thought she still looked much the same, just a bit more
elongated, her slender build easily turned heads combined with her
meltron/brittish somehow enduced natural (*ahem* really) pink hair. That pink
hair has always made her easy to identify, unfortunately, since it was so
rarely produced, it requiring a mix of meltron and blonde genes...she was
the only one of her 7 sisters to get it. Lucky her. she examined her hands,
then her feet. she was very conscious of her feet, especially, her very long
frame had resulted in long hands and feet as well. She'd compared with Gamlin
once, after her last growth spurt, and her feet were actually longer than his!
A lot of it was very long toes, like her very long fingers. Long fingers were
an asset to a musician, however, and she put them to good use.
Walking in her apartment she glanced at her music room, different kinds of
guitars and bases on stands, a synthesizer, a real piano, music stands, amps,
and so on....it looked very professional. She was proud of it. She made her
way back to her bed, falling in it and curling up, letting the past wash over
her and be past. The future is what she thought of as she went back to sleep,
having trouble imagining it, the feeling that her past was the most of what
she would ever do.
Mylene sat watching the rain, her long fingers drumming the arm of her chair,
trying to catch the tempo of the storm. She lounged in a wicker chair wearing
panties and a t-shirt, secure on her 8th floor porch that her comfortable
attire was unnoticed. Fame...fame made it hard to be yourself, to get close
to anyone. Her music was important to her, very important, and over the last
few years she felt she had made great strides with it. Her personal life..
She didn't have one of those.
The rain was comforting to her, now, always coming at 3 am for one hour.
Every day, without fail City 7's systems brought this rain, without it she
might be lost, having grown up with it since age 7. 11 years, now. It was
her birthday today, February 2nd 2049. She was an "official" adult now,
convenient how her mother ignored that she had been married at 15, giving
life to her oldest daughter at 16. But, I guess being a clone is different.
It still sucked.
Mylene was different, her music had absorbed her life, to the exclusion of
anything else. Her mother had been trying to engage her to a pilot, a former
student of hers....Gamlin. She missed Gamlin. Gamlin was a member of Diamond
Force, City 7's fighter squadron, under her mother's (the mayor!) command.
Before that he had been a member of Battle 7's pilots, under the command of
her father. Being the youngest child of the two most powerful people in the
fleet hadn't made life easy for her. Much to her mother's consternation, she
had taken her musical talent, trained from an early age starting with the
piano, and joined a rock band at the age of 14. That rock band, Firebomber,
had made it big, saved the universe (well, kinda) and went on to continue to
define passion for music for another year or so. Then the leader of the band,
Nekki Basara, a man Mylene hated and loved at the same time...never a weak
emotion, decided he needed to do something else, try new things, travel.
Without him, Firebomber could still function with Mylene, since she was the
other lead.. but after a while everyone got tired of it, and they decided
to take a break. A long break.
Mylene had done some work with the "Jamming Angels", the female members of
Sound Force, the musical unit made to defeat the protodevlin (a few creatures
that lived off life energy, which it seems music can manufacture, once they
learned the secrets of music, they could make their own). The Jamming Angels
were always an option, she had been doing some gigs with them, recorded a
single. That was late last year, she'd not done anything for a couple months
now, not since Christmas. She'd rarely left her building since Christmas,
she'd go to the gym, play in her music room, sleep, watch TV, listen to music.
She didn't really have any friends...sure Ray, Veffidas, and Akiko (their
producer, and Ray's...friend) had visited her, as well as her mother.... and
Gamlin, just once. Their relationship had never produced much of anything but
seeming discomfort for him, she felt safe with him, but that a romance does
not make, she guessed.
While she was musing on the past, the rain stopped. She looked at the drops
still slowly dripping from the eaves on her porch for a minute more, then
stood up and stretched out her muscles. There was another changed, she mused,
no longer was she a 5' tall little pixieish girl, a few growth spurts and she
was now a little taller than her mother (at 5'10", mom 5'9"), the great
Meltron warrior. she thought she still looked much the same, just a bit more
elongated, her slender build easily turned heads combined with her
meltron/brittish somehow enduced natural (*ahem* really) pink hair. That pink
hair has always made her easy to identify, unfortunately, since it was so
rarely produced, it requiring a mix of meltron and blonde genes...she was
the only one of her 7 sisters to get it. Lucky her. she examined her hands,
then her feet. she was very conscious of her feet, especially, her very long
frame had resulted in long hands and feet as well. She'd compared with Gamlin
once, after her last growth spurt, and her feet were actually longer than his!
A lot of it was very long toes, like her very long fingers. Long fingers were
an asset to a musician, however, and she put them to good use.
Walking in her apartment she glanced at her music room, different kinds of
guitars and bases on stands, a synthesizer, a real piano, music stands, amps,
and so on....it looked very professional. She was proud of it. She made her
way back to her bed, falling in it and curling up, letting the past wash over
her and be past. The future is what she thought of as she went back to sleep,
having trouble imagining it, the feeling that her past was the most of what
she would ever do.