This story is a combination of two writers. It is told from two differant points of view, and the main characters names are listed at the top of each section. There are two very differant writing styles here, we hope you enjoy both, and welcome comments.

Chapter1

-Rhez-

MAIN GENERATORS NEAR EMPTY. LOGS INDICATE NO CREW PRESENCE IN ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY THREE YEARS, FIVE MONTHS, TWELVE DAYS, SEVEN HOURS, THIRTY SIX MINUTES AND FOURTY ONE SECONDS… TAKING ALTERNATIVE ACTIONS. ACTIVATING SEED PROTICALS…

WARNING, TOTAL POWER FAILURE IN T-MINUS THRITY SECONDS….. TWENTY SECONDS….. TEN SECONDS…. NINE… EIGHT… SEVEN … SIX …. FIVE… FOUR… THREE…. TWO… ONE…

BACKUP GENERATOR ACTIVATION INITIATED… PROCEEDING WITH SEED ACTIVATION…

The sound of generators hummed to life in the darkness of the room. Lights flickered on and illuminated the place. It was a large all metal room with cabinets and shelves along every wall. A large glass orb was suspended in the center and was clouded from the inside. The entire room was at a tilt as if the structure it was within was as well. A tiny slit opened down the orb and the gasses within rushed out and into the room. The orb slowly opened up and a soaking wet naked body fell from inside of it as liquid poured out of the bottom. It was male, maybe fifteen years old and had long light tan hair that went all way to his waist. He slowly opened his eyes and began to cough. He got to his hands and knees and puked up close to a gallon of the liquid. The boy tried to stand, but fell back to the ground and began convulsing.

SEED PROTICALS ACTIVATED… INITIATING FULL…FULL…FULL… ERROR, BACKUP GENERATOR DAMAGED… POWER INSUFICIENT…

The lights began to fade and flicker as the boy stopped convulsing and sat up. The room became pitch black again as the lights died.

"Where… where am I? What's going on?" He said absently as his head slowly stopped spinning. He reached around in the darkness until he found something on the floor. He picked it up and fumbled around with it, hitting a tiny button on its base. A faint green glow came to life as he turned on the light stick he had found. He stood up and waved it around, trying to get a better look. "What is this place?" he asked the darkness, but there was no response. He slowly walked around, trying to keep his balance in the slightly slanted room. He found a doorway and walked out into a hall. He wandered down it, looking for something, anything. All of the closed doors he came across were electronically operated, thus locked. He went into the first open room he came across. It looked like a bedroom, a simple bed and nightstand that were bolted to the floor were the only things in the there. He looked into the open closet and pulled out some clothes. He sat the light stick down and put on the simple red shirt. He pulled on a pair of boxers and plain brown pants. He found shoes and picked the light stick back up. He walked back out into the hall and kept looking for someone. He turned a corner and saw a sliver of light at the end of the long dark hall. "Hello? Is someone there?" he said as he picked up his pace and began trotting down the hallway. He reached a partially open door and pried it open. It was a very small room, with a ladder leading up and bright light coming from somewhere above. The floor was covered with sand and he scrambled over it, climbing up the ladder and throwing the light stick away. He climbed upwards quickly, reaching out for the light. He burst up through the hatch that the ladder led to and letting the light engulf him. He stepped out onto the surface, shielding his eyes from the bright sun. His eyes slowly adjusted to the bright light, the immense heat beating down on him. He looked around, and saw nothing but desert in every direction. "Where the hell am I?" He said in amazement as the fresh air and sun began to overwhelm him.

-Stran-

Whoosh a fist flies by Vash's face as he dodges pulling out his pistol. A hand reaches for the gun twisting it around and pointing it back towards Vash. He responds by rolling his body around to the back of the boy. Now back to back Vash and the boy lock arms at waist length. Sweat glistens off their foreheads and roll down their cheeks as both men fight for the upper hand not letting the other get to much control.

Simultaneously both of them kick there heel against the ground revealing a 4 inch blade out of the front of there shoe then reach back in front of the other then lock legs before either has a chance to use there boot blade. Finally the boy releases his grip from the tall spiked haired man and reaches between his legs and grabs Vash's non grappled leg and pulls it up between his legs sending Vash to the ground.

The boy spins around and choke holds Vash. The humanoid typhoon grabs the boy's arm with his right hand and his head with the left flipping the boy off his back and onto the ground belly up.

After he figures out what happened he opens his eyes only to see Vash's left arm gun millimeters away from his eyes. "Damn it you got me again."

"Yeah but your getting real strong and fast soon I might be the one saying that." "Yeah well until th. " The boy stops mid sentence. "What's wrong Vash you look like you just seen a ghost."

"Did you feel that Stran." The younger boy maybe 5 foot 9 inch's unusually tall for his age. The boy was dressed in semi baggy white pants with buckles and holes threw out them. A tight white shirt also with straps and buckles and a tight midriff elastic tank top over top of it. And over all that was a long black trench coat vest. The boy was well built due to his extreme circumstances. Finally he had bright blue eyes and long spiked black hair.

"Feel what Vash?" Stran replied "I'm not sure but I think another one of our siblings has awoke." "Another sibling?" Stran replied with a somewhat confused look on his face.

"Well that's enough for today we have to get going." "Alright Vash let me pack up camp and we'll head out.