Yet another spin-off off Zoids NCO: BlackHole Rising. I guess more are just going to keep on coming until we're satisfied!
Disclaimer: I do not own zooids, but whatever you do not recognize from any of the series belongs to me.
Journal:
Why do I even keep something like this? The rough, uncaring, strict girl of the Military? A record for memories, I suppose. Most of the other warriors write home. They're lucky. They actually have someone who cares for them; cares for their well being. I could die tomorrow, and no one would weep; no one would know who I am- who I was, besides those here with me today.
No, perhaps there are people who worry about me. The ones who took me in, after my parent's death. Those three Zoid pilots: Alec, Kristina, and Marc. They cared enough that when I was left wandering in the world alone, to take me in. They raised me; from the time I was 5 until 12. Taught me how to pilot zoids, as was their profession. They even let me fight along side of them, a time or two. But it was I who left them at 12, with only the censurer, as I thought that I had a much greater purpose; that I was wasting my time sitting around like a normal child.
But I was never one deemed "normal" in any world. No, especially not once I developed my cold and icy shell. Despite what most think, I had never been so- angry at the world. So- harsh and deceitful before I was 10. Perhaps it was simply the loss of my parents, with no one who was truly my family. Perhaps I became lost in those thoughts, that mentality, which sent me down a path of ruthlessness.
No. My exterior is just a guise. Because inside, I am torn. As I have been for many years, and perhaps many more yet to come. Inside, I am always at the brink of tears, always mourning the loss of my parents, and everything else in my life. My exterior is my reprieve, where I say that nothings wrong, and find the little quirks that make people who they are- and laugh about it. Where instead, it is more the aspects that I am jealous of that I laugh upon. How one person can stay so cheerful despite every wrong thing that could happen, or how another has a family that cares so much as to sent gifts on a birthday.
Birthday. When is mine? I don't know. I have long forgotten it in my mind of sorrows. Not that it matters anyway. But my thoughts drift.
Military life- such a dull anomaly. The same day in and day out, with the full force of stress for guidance. They do nothing to aid the breaking mind of a teen, of this I can assure you from personal experience.
I am a time bomb waiting to explode.
But just wait.
That time is fast approaching.
Rene Sysen