Author's Note:

Hi! You might read this story and think "Hmmm... Didn't Haruhi1 write a story almost exactly like this?" Well, I AM Haruhi1. I lost that password. And you might be saying "Couldn't you just request a new one by email?"

Well... I sort of... lost the password to my email, too.

Heh heh...

*blushes*

Anyway, I hope you like it! But I'm not sure how long this will last, because I get serious writer's blog sometimes. Rated M for language and some sexual content. Nothing too graphic, though.

Enjoy!

Prologue

The hustle and bustle of marching men and women soldiers outside of the training room warned the students that there was only five minutes left in class. Everybody was so exhausted from working on new experiments that they were just itching to run out the door and breathe in the some-what clean air outside.

"This is Sector Four, over," Mally Midori's radio crackled.

"I read you, Sector Four," Mally replied, somewhat annoyed at the interruption of her lecture. "What's the situation?"

"We have a problem with the Biotoxin tank. It's leaking."

Mally bit her bottom lip. She had never actually fixed the tank before; she had only messed with a prototype during practice. But to fix it for real... good god...

"You're going, aren't you?" a man asked.

"Of course," Mally said.

She knew what would happen if she failed this mission: she, and the rest of humanity, would die. Along with her teenage daughter, Sakura. She would suffocate, her lungs turned inside-out. Even if Sakura somehow made it, she wouldn't have anybody to take care of her. Mally's husband had killed himself right after Sakura was born. And she didn't have any other family left.

"But you could die!" a woman from Mally's troop exclaimed.

Mally said back, "Better to be one person, than the rest of mankind..."