A sea of people swarmed for the exile of a young woman who was convicted of mass murder in California. The convicted woman had done so without using weapons, or leaving any bodies in the murder. All those who suffered at her hands were completely demolished nothing was left. Nothing except a large pool of blood and a white pulp which could only be defined as the ground bones of her victims.
Suddenly, a loud uproar came from the crowd of people gathered for the trial of the convicted woman. A young woman, around the age of 21 was pushed and shoved toward the podium. She was chained and beaten, blood surging from various wounds that she had endured which other people would have perished from. She stared at the audience with a stare that was colder than dry ice. The attended audience quickly shut up. Her cold, golden eyes turned to the podium; Indian red hair strewn about her face. She had the look of an Islander, but her eyes were much too different for her to be from Puerto Rico or anywhere like that. Her ethnic origin was partly from the Islands, though; she was half Puerto Rican and half Indian. Though that was her origin, she looked as though she were of Asian decent. She was heavily muscled; lean, fit, and many times stronger than a normal American male and female. She was, as she was stereotyped, a monster with the voice and body of a human. And technically, it was true. She was like a weapon; she had no purpose except to destroy. She probably would be that someone that you could talk to for everything, but she suffers from a tragic birth defect: she was born with brain cancer, affecting the way she thinks and acts. She was naturally born unusually strong making her the most deadly thing alive.
She was forced into the podium and threatened to sit or be shot into submission. She stood defiantly were she was. The two-armed men who escorted her in lifted their armaments and fired. She fell to her knees, but did not die from the ten shots she had taken in several places, some in the chest. They shoved her into the seat at the podium.
"Order in the court!" shouted the judge. "The trial of Reisyira Mecya has begun!" The crowd quieted as the judge continued, "Do you, the accused, admit that you committed the crime of the mass murder of 30,000 civilians gathered for the parade on the date of June 31, 2010?"
"Yes."
"You don't plead innocent?"
"Why should I? I know I did it. So why should I plead for innocence? Just tell me what I'm sentenced to and get it over with."
"Well," the judge replied nervously, "this case is dismissed until further notice." The crowd got up and left. Then the two-armed guards led her out of the courtroom.
The judge looked at the jury, "Now what do we do?"
"Well," said one of the jurors, "she is guilty as charged, no doubt about it. But she has been charged for similar incidents and she has been on death row, and she miraculously survived. There must be a different way of getting rid of her."
"What about deporting her to a different time? Area 51 has just completed such a machine. We can send her far enough into the future that our planet has been demolished. Surly she won't survive that sentence." They all nodded in agreement.
"Well then, that's what we'll do." The judge said. "She'll deported tomorrow during the night. She be of no threat to this country, or any county for that matter, anymore."
~*~
The next night, Reisyira was escorted to Area 51 in an armored jail truck. The truck drove to the front of the gate. The driver of the vehicle gave the guard there his card. The guard swiped it and returned it to the driver. The security gate slowly opened, allowing the truck to get through. The truck heaved and crept through the gate. After the truck passed through the gate slowly returned to a closed state. They drove to a large building at the end of the first enclosed area. The Driver leaned out the window of the truck to swipe his card. Another gate opened and the truck entered the large domed building.
The scene inside would fascinate anyone who had never seen something as gargantuan as this thing. It was huge. It looked a lot like a shuttle, but it was five times the size of one. It was purely made of a metal nobody could define. It was flexible and had no sharp edges. If something was made of this material and was meant to be sharp, the sharp edge would be as soft as cotton. But if you tried to destroy the strange metal it would bend and ply but could not be cut, blown up, or melted. This new metal was like it was still it its hot liquid shape, but when you touch it, it's as cold as ice. The strange shuttle had no door; an opening would just appear where you told it to appear. Something like this was alien to the world, but not alien to the government. This odd machine was the machine they were going to use to get rid of Reisyira for good.
The driver of the truck got out and two-armed men followed closely afterward. The armed men opened the back of the truck and led her out to the machine. They forced her into the estranged machine and left her inside. The two men walked towards another man operating controls to the time machine.
"She's in there now so you can start the countdown or whatever you do with these alien things." said one of the guards.
"Ok. Whatever. Where and when is she being sent to?" the control operator replied.
"Earth, but way in the future. How about we send her to Earth 4,000 or more years from now? That'll be good."
"Ok. Whatever. This thing's going to Earth a llooogg time from now." The operator replied. He started punching in symbols and numbers on the control panel. The time machine started to move ever so slightly. Then, in the blink of an eye, the gigantic ship was gone leaving no trace of it in the large and now barren building. "Ok everybody, show's over. Now its time to get back to work."
The armed men and the driver returned to the truck. The driver started the engine and turned on the lights. The heavy vehicle lurched forward then started creeping toward the gate in reverse. The gate screeched as it opened to let the truck pass through.
"I'm glad that's over with," said one of the armed men.
"Yeah. Me too."
"We're all glad that murderous snake is out of our hair." Said the driver as he shifted the gears of the truck. The truck lurched backwards a little before switching to drive.
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Chapter 1The year is AC 195 Operation meteor. The future is about to have a change for the worst…
Zechs Marquise and his troops have come in contact with one of the "meteors". Suddenly there was a gleam of light and a huge silver shuttle appeared near the civilian shuttle headed for Earth. The gargantuan shuttle was about to crash into it but it suddenly changed directions. It plummeted toward the Earth's Atlantic Ocean. The "meteor" changed shape into a mobile suit. A Gundam.
"Sir, a mobile suit has appeared from the meteor. And to add to that a strange shuttle is headed for the border of Africa in the Atlantic," A soldier reported to Zechs.
"Forget the shuttle. We'll go after it later. Anyways, it's crash-landing in the Atlantic so we don't have to worry about that. Send some troops after that mobile suit," Zechs ordered.
"Yes sir!"
~*~
Reisyira looked out from her shuttle at the strange robot. She had never seen anything like it before. It was white and red, with emerald eyes and an emerald orb on its chest. The orb was bordered with a golden-like metal. The robot had a large red shield bordered with white. It had a large gun and a sword that looked like a light saber. She stared at the robot and realized that a person was piloting it. It was a mobile suit, or so she assumed. From another ship, different suits came out. These were smaller and weaker than the other one. They were easily destroyed. Yet, another suit came out of the ship. This one still small compared to the white one. It was green but it did put up a better fight then the other ones. As they entered atmosphere, the pilot declared that the white mobile suit is a Gundam.
"This isn't what I expected the future would be like. Those mobile suits must be a type of weapon or defense. They look simple enough. No harder than creating a bomb with a killing radius of 30,000 miles and the bomb itself is only 2" in circumference. I'll just use the shuttle and tweak it a little bit. Maybe I can improve the design of the Gundam. I can probably add some other features since the metal that my shuttles made of is like liquid. Hmmm." Reisyira looked out from the shuttle. "This place is nothing but a war zone now. Looks like the government has gotten the best of this world after all. Still," she paused looking to the sky, "I think those things in space aren't needed. What are they for anyway? Well, I guess I'll just have to find out what they're for. I'll leave for space two weeks after my suit's finished. Outer space. I wish I wasn't plagued with this cancer. I'd rather be a normal person rather than a killing machine."
"10 seconds to impact. 10 seconds to impact. Please make sure that you are secured with a safety belt to your seat." The automated machine-like voice repeated in several different languages.
"Real smart to tell me that when there isn't a seat to be fastened to, or anything to hang on to for that matter. Jeez. Yeah, I getcha' '3 seconds to impact.' Ok. Jeez, we're crashing into the ocean for Pete's sake. I wish this machine was a little smarter."
"I heard that," the voice said.
"Huh?! You heard me? Man! That's something you don't hear everyday…"
~*~
A roar erupted from the ocean as the two interlocked mobile suits crashed into the ocean in sync with the splash of the silver shuttle which crashed a couple of miles away. Zechs, who had ejected from his Leo, watched his Leo and the Gundam go down.
"We are very fortunate. Rumor has it that those who see a Gundam never live to tell about it. I guess we are very fortunate that we weren't destroyed." Zechs said, watching the two mobile suits disappear into the depths of the ocean.
"Lt. Zechs, what do we do about the Gundam?"
"Find it. Send out the Aries and the Cancer and go get it."
"But sir…"
"You heard me. And send some of those troops to the area where that shuttle crashed. I want it to be recovered too. Understand?"
"Yes sir."
~*~
The ocean where the silver shuttle crashed was still as though nothing has disturbed the water at all. A soft breeze rippled the water. A sea bird skimmed the calm spot for fish. A whale in the distance breached, breaking the calm. The sea bird, which failed to find any fish, flew away. Again, the water was still and calm.
Slowly, a dark shape appeared from the depths of the great Atlantic. The water broke open and the great calm that had been there was destroyed. Reisyira's head and upper body appeared above the calm depths. Gasping for air she looked around for the closest land area she could swim to. As she looked, all she saw was a desert beach, the shore of Africa.
"Well," she said looking down into the depths of the ocean, "it looks like were headed for the desert. Not the best place to update you in, huh Silver Cat?"
As if to answer her inquiry, a glow came from below her. "Yeah, I know Silver Cat. It isn't going to be easy, but who said it was going to be? Well let's head for that area and find a good place to start working on you. The sooner the better right Silver?"
Again, another glow and this time a huge metal saber tooth tiger surfaced from under her. It's eyes a gold amber color that seemed to glow when you looked at it. Its fur was not totally silver; streaks of beige shrouded the shine of the metal. It was the perfect type of camouflage for the desert, with an exception of the gleaming silver canines that hung out of its mouth like an overbite. Also, its claws were shiny silver and when unsheathed, it would reflect the sun into an onlooker's eyes. The Silver Cat was really a sight to see if you had a mobile suit of course.
The Silver Cat sped toward the beach at high speed, reaching its destination in a matter of seconds. It strode onto the sandy scene and bent down to let its passenger off. A liquid hole opened in the side of the huge cat. Reisyira stepped in.
The interior of the giant cat was just like that of a mobile suit, if you ever saw one. But the area was roomier and had way more controls. A view of the outside scene showed up on a screen.
"Well, my fine metal friend, lets find a place to finish you up in alright?"
"Ok, whatever you say…" a feminine voice replied. "Just don't scratch the exterior."
"Ok, ok, I won't."
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Chapter 2The now updated version of the Silver Cat plodded inland into the desert plain. The enormous metal cat kept its body low and its head bent so that it could blend with the desert scenery. A howl of wind blew across the barren landscape. Silver Cat slit her eyes to keep the sand out and dipped her head even lower to avoid the worst of it. The lone cat continued on in silence as the torment of the winds bore down on her. She stopped and scrunched down now level with the sand. She closed her eyes and waited, wanting only to be out of this storm and away from all this sand.
"How much farther do I have to endure through this storm?" the exasperated cat moaned. "My paws are getting scratched by all this sand and I can't see with the winds throwing it at me."
"Not much further, my friend," Reisyira said from inside of the mobile cat. "If you want we can just wait out the storm. Or we can continue moving, it's your choice."
The large cat gave an exasperated sigh as she debated whether or not to continue. If they waited out the storm it would be easier to move around and she won't have sand blown in her face continuously. Of course if they continued through the storm, they might come across a place where they could refuge from any storm that might suddenly occur in this unpredictable area. Both had their advantages and disadvantages, but waiting out the storm was the best bet at this time.
"I guess we're going to wait this storm out, it's the best choice we have until the storm cools down," the metal cat said. She looked up with slit eyes through the thin skin of sand that coated her amber eyes. "It would be foolish to go out when a storm is this strong. Yes, we will stay here until the storm slows down a knot. Is that ok with you Rei?"
"Sure that's fine with me. As long as we move out in a few hours. I don't want to stay here with nothing for protection. Yeah, I guess we can stay for a while, but let's leave as soon as possible. Ok?"
"Alright. We'll stay until the beginning of sunset. We'll move out then and find a safe sanctuary in this hostile desert land. Then we'll just do a little redecorating to the location." She lowered her immense head into the sand again.
"Now is the time to rest while this relentless storm rages on," she added.
"I agree"
~*~
Quatre Raberba Winner was coming back with his cronies from a recent battle that they had fought in. Quatre was piloting his Gundam Sandrock during the battle. They were now heading back to their camp in the torrential winds of the sand storm. Quatre struggled a little in the blinding winds of the storm. The winds of the storm stirred the sand up high in the air distorting the view of the pilots of the mobile suits making it hard for them to know exactly where they were going. Quatre stared into the distance, searching the barren plains for the camp. Finally turning away from the bleak view fruitless, he sighed frustrated with the problems they were facing. "Are we going the right way anymore? I can't tell in this storm. I can barely see a few feet in front of me."
"I'm sure we're going the right way Master Quatre. The camp should be a few miles north of this location."
Quatre sighed. There was no way of arguing. He couldn't even tell where they were and neither could they so arguing against something you can't prove incorrect was meaningless. Anyways, if they continued in one direction they would probably end up near the ocean. Being by the sea during a sand storm may be a little foolish, but if they were near the ocean they can find there way again. That's better than being eternally lost in this horrible tempest of sand Quatre thought to himself. Anyways, we may be able to find the camp by following the coast. That's better than being lost. He sighed again; this wasn't a good day at all…
"Master Quatre there's something in the sand! Something big!" panicked one of the Arabians.
"What?! Someone's trapped under the sand?"
"Yeah. It's a kilometer from where you're standing!"
"What!" Quatre turned and stared through the coat of sand lain over his suit and he saw the huge mound concealing something tremendously immense. He piloted the Sandrock toward it. It was big. He brushed some of the settled sand off of it. He gasped at what he saw. Fur?! That's not right. It's too big to be a mammal. Quatre was now thoroughly confused. Examining the strange thing, he touched the fur. The thing quavered. Quatre backed up a little. Then it erupted from the sea of sand, tossing raindrops of sand in every direction. As the dust and sand settled, Quatre let out a gasp of amazement as the creature stared him down with metallic amber eyes. The Sandrock has now met the appalling fabrication, Silver Cat.
The great metal cat met the gaze of the Sandrock at let out a wild scream of rage. The massive cat lunged itself forward at the Sandrock. Quatre quickly reacted to this sudden threat and dodged the attack. Silver Cat fell into the sand quickly got up and then retaliated.
"Who are you and what do you think your doing? Why are you attacking us?" Quatre interrogated.
"Who am I? Hah! You'll wish you'd never discovered me! I'm Reisyira Mecya and I'm going to destroy you, you little brat!" The Silver Cat froze and started to glow. Then it changed from the cat-bot it was into a mobile suit. The design of the suit was almost identical to the Wing, with the exception of the mane of obsidian that drooped from the head of the great mobile suit. The suit was silver in color with the exception of the obsidian mane. It armed itself with a scythe made of pure energy.
"Well if you really want to fight I can't stop you." Quatre armed the Sandrock with its two metal scythes.
The two suits were still for the longest time, as though they were sizing their opponent. Then the Silver Cat made the first move. It lunged forward slicing with its scythe. Sandrock barely avoided this attack. Regaining balance, the Sandrock retaliated by launching one of its scythes at the Silver Cat. It turned and caught the flying weapon. Again, the two mobile suits stared each other down. Then, the Silver Cat wavered and changed back into a cat. The cat collapsed to the sand the glow in its eyes stopped. A hole opened in the cat's head. A young woman staggered out holding her head. Then she collapsed to the sand.
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Chapter 3Reisyira stared at her mother and father, quavering. She held a gun with both hands, her parents staring into the barrel of the gun. Two men stood behind her holding a young boy at the age of five and pointing a gun at his head. The child had bright blonde hair that fell to his shoulders. His dark face was twisted with horror and regret. Reisyira glanced behind her and saw the boy's terror stricken face. She turned back to her parents who stood petrified by shock and horror that their sweet daughter was threatening their lives.
One of the men shouted at her, "What are you waiting for! Why don't you shoot them! If you don't this kid's gonna get it! Do you hear me? HEY! Are you listening to me?!"
The man put the icy cold barrel right to the young child's head. The young boy squeaked in fright. Reisyira cringed at the boy's exclamation. She steadied the gun again and pointed it at her parents. Her parents gasped, but made no move of resistance. She lowered the gun ever so slightly. Trying to aim again, her hands shook the gun moving about in the air.
"Why won't you kill them!" the other man shouted.
Reisyira's hands shook. She swallowed as she defiantly answered, "I… I… I can't. They're my parents. I can't kill them. And even if they weren't my parents, it's not right to take someone's life for no reason."
"If you feel so strongly about pacifism then maybe we should teach you a lesson about being a pacifist!"
The man holding the gun to the child's head pulled the trigger. A huge noise filled the room. Three people fell to the floor: the child, her mother and her father. Streams of blood leaked from the dead bodies of her loved ones. Reisyira's hands were firmly gripped onto the gun now.
The man that killed the child said mockingly, "Next time, maybe you'll have learned this lesson."
"Next time," Reisyira said, voice low and vicious, "you'll know that messing with me is a lethal mistake!"
Reisyira turned to the two men the gun aimed at them. She whispered in a low, hissing voice, "Too bad there won't be a next time, huh? You might have learned your lesson but your not going to live long enough to learn it now."
She pulled the trigger. Two shots could be heard, then the soft thump of lifeless bodies collapsing onto the floor.
"I'll always remember what you did. You've scarred me for life. May all of mankind pay for what they did to me, for what they made me do, and for what they wanted me to do. I won't forgive anyone or give them the chance to be forgiven, just as they did to me for what you forced me to do. I'll make everyone pay for my pain and suffering. This is a promise to you that I will keep. I will never forget it."
Reisyira turned and walked away from the room. She knew she could never return to it.
Outside, the agonized sound of police sirens could be heard from inside of the dead apartment.
~*~
Quatre took a small towel and dabbed it in cool water. He wrung it and placed it onto Reisyira's head. She was lying on a bed inside of a building, Quatre's temporary home. Her face was flush with fever and she thrashed violently in her sleep. Sometimes she would talk in her fitful sleep, conversing with some unknown dream person. Quatre would always talk back to her. Though she had threatened his life, she didn't seem like the kind of person who would do something like that freely.
After their battle, she had collapsed out of her mobile suit. Quatre knew it wasn't from an attack, for the Sandrock never touched the Silver Cat. When he rushed to her side to se what's wrong, he made a tragic discovery: she suffered from brain cancer. She had apparently collapsed from a seizure caused by pulsations in her brain cells. Quatre couldn't help but feel sorry for her, so he took her with him back to the camp. There, he started treating her for her reoccurring fever and her hallucinations. He knew she would probably flip if she woke up and saw him at her bedside taking care of her, but he didn't care. He really wanted to learn more about her, he wanted to know if she was sent out on the same mission as he, or if she was for the colonies. He wished to ask her so many questions, yet he knew she probably couldn't answer most of them. Still, he had so much he wanted to learn from her…
~*~
Reisyira saw something chasing her in the dark hallways of the horror stricken apartment building. She turned quickly and shot a couple of rounds at it. Nothing happened. All it did was entice it to continue following her. She mumbled and backtracked to see what it was. When she got there it was, incredulously, a mobile suit. It looked much like the one she had done battle with, but this one was much smaller.
Is this a trick? This isn't right. I don't remember this happening. It was something else. Reisyira thought. It's wrong, but it's there. There is no doubt about it. It looks like I will have to confront it with this gun as my only weapon. She advanced forward toward the Sandrock.
"Wait! What do you think you're doing? It's not right for you to just attack someone with no purpose to the attack." The Sandrock stated to her. "Don't ruin your life for no reason!"
"Wha… Wha… What did you say? Why are you concerned about me? What… this makes no sense!" she stumbled angrily.
"It makes perfect sense why waste your life in such cruel intentions? You can correct it. You can make it right again. Don't drop to the same level that those guys back there did. It'll just ruin you."
"Huh?" she staggered as the apartment and the Gundam faded out of her head. The brightness of the walls disappeared. The color of the scene faded. Everything became dull as she was swallowed up by darkness and solitude.
Then she woke up, and saw a young blonde boy staring down at her. "What the f…?" She looked at him and then her spite came back. "You perv! What the hell am I doing here and why am I in a bed near you! Ugh!" she took out her gun. "Don't even try anything funny."
"Why should I? I have no intention of hurting you."
"That's it. No one has ever said that to me. I must really have lost it this time. This just isn't my day…" then she fell back to the bedding she was sleeping in.
"Why are you so skeptical?"
"That's none of your business." She took her gun and swayed it side to side in the air. She stopped it when it was in perfect aim at his chest. She made no eye contact.
Quatre eyed her wearily. She held the gun still aiming at his chest, following his movements carefully. Not taking the chance of turning his back on her, he sat back down. "What's your name?" he asked.
"My name is Reisyira Mecya. What's it to you, kid?" she still held the gun tightly in her grip. Her finger was on the trigger.
"Well, my name is Quatre Raberba Winner. I came from a line of pacifists but I broke my heritage when I joined this battle."
Reisyira cringed at the word pacifist, and pulled the trigger. The bullet passed through Quatre's shoulder. He staggered from the shot and held his shoulder, trying to stop the flow of blood. She coked the hammer of the gun again. She stated scornfully, "Pacifist! Pacifism doesn't do anything for people."
"Then what does? An innocent person losing their life for no reason doesn't do anything! Wars don't do anything either." Quatre argued.
Reisyira was quiet. The gun swayed from side to side, but this time it was because she was shaking. The weapon fell to the floor discharging a shot. "Nothing does anything for people. The only thing that would probably do something for people is neutrality. I'm a person with no soul. I don't even know what's right or wrong."
Quatre looked at her. She looked as though she'd seen hell itself. She reacted harshly to the word "pacifist". Something or someone had traumatized her when she was younger and it was linked to that word. "Why are you so strong to react to the word 'pacifist'?" Quatre asked.
She was still shaking. She tried to make eye contact, but she couldn't. She turned away and said so softly that Quatre had to strain to hear her, "I'm so strong to react to the word 'pacifist' because the lives of my mother, father, and little brother were taken because I was a pacifist. I'm not anymore. I'll never return to pacifism and I shall never forget the look on my little brother's face just before he was killed. They lost their lives because I couldn't do anything. All because of pacifism!" She was standing now. She rammed her fist into the wall closest to her. A hole broke open in the wall.
Quatre held his breath. My God! How can someone do such a thing! Quatre thought. Then he remembered. She's just like that now, just like the people who took her family's lives. She's trying for revenge. Quatre looked at her. "Do you think acting in the same way as their murderers is a wise decision? Your taking innocent lives with them. If they were still here, they probably wouldn't want you to go on like this."
She stopped and turned to face him. There was a flare of anger in her eyes. She said softly, "How would you know? I remember the entire scene like it was yesterday. Some stranger shot my brother in the head and I pulled the trigger of the gun that took my parents lives. I pulled that trigger because of my want to take that man's life. Unfortunately my parents were in my line of fire, not those men. I can't help but remember the pain I felt when I pulled the trigger. Those men were one of the many people who hated my family. Everyone hated us."
"No, not everyone Reisyira. Not everyone."
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Chapter 4A soft breeze rolled over the vast desert landscape. The Silver Cat was storming through the winds in a huge rush. The grinding noise of its paws on the sand echoed and carried away in the wind. There was an unpleasant look in its eyes as it stalked onward. It mumbled angrily to itself. She couldn't believe what happened or what could've happened to her companion. Under her breath she continually cursed the Sandrock and cursed everyone else that was there.
She continued to growl, muttering to herself, "Why…? Where…? What…? Jeez. Where are they? Where is he? What happened? Why did it happen? Why am I so confused? Why can't I focus?!"
With a roar of rage, she leapt forward blindly and dashed northbound. A trail of sand and dust followed her as she ran. She ran blindly for a while. Finally at the conclusion that it was hopeless, she slowed back to a steady walk. She was at the point where she would overload her circuits and start hallucinating. Fortunately, she calmed down a little before continuing. Tossing her head in agitation, she scanned the barren desert for any signs of human life. Finding none she continued walking, mumbling to herself that she'll never find her lost companion.
~*~
Reisyira walked softly past a tent, trying hard not to wake anyone. She was terribly nervous that someone would catch her and tell her to stay. She was especially nervous that that person would be Quatre. As she passed the tent, she let out a sigh of relief. She continued onward softly at a light, quick walk.
Almost home free she thought to herself. If I can only get past the two posted near the southern end of camp, I'll be out before I know it. She sighed sourly. Most likely I'll have to resort to violence. Oh well, a couple missing won't hurt. They won't notice.
She snuck toward the southern "gate". The two there were a good distance apart, but not a safe distance away from each other. She observed the gap and calculated how fast she might have to go so they wouldn't notice her. She calculated that it really didn't matter she would be seen no matter what. So casually and quietly she walked out toward the southern gate. The two young men there stopped her before she left.
"Hey! Where do you think your going?" the first one said.
"I'm leaving, that's what I'm doing." She stated scornfully.
"I don't think so young lady. We were told not to let you out of camp."
"Oh really? Well for your information, I'm passing no matter what you say. So get out of the way."
"Your not passing."
"Let me make my point a little clearer," Reisyira strode up to the first guard and hit him in the chest. Blood came surging out of his mouth as he collapsed; his heart had burst from the attack. "Are you gonna let me go, or are you gonna suffer the same fate as him?"
Your not passing," he lifted his gun, but before he could shoot it she had smashed his heart too. He collapsed to the desert floor.
"Bye."
~*~
A low murmur surfaced from the desert land. A soft gust of wind swirled the sand into tiny tornados that only lasted for a few seconds. A sand cat crept across the basin, looking for lizards. The lone cat found success finally and launched itself upon its prey. The lizard hissed and squirted blood at the attacker. With a yelp, the cat took the shot in the eyes and quickly started to clean out the blood. The lizard crawled away, the cat losing its food. The sand cat finally washed out the secretion out of its eyes. Mournfully, it walked away hungry. Silence befell over the desert land.
A soft thud could be heard from far away in the southeast. Another sound echoed from the west. The sound was that of war. A battle was going on in the west part of Africa, the loud booms of exploding mobile suits droned out the soft padding of the thing in the south. The soft sound of an animal heading that way became louder and louder. In the extreme heat of the desert a silver figure appeared; it was the Silver Cat. The cat came closer and finally stopped when it heard the sounds of a war. She lifted her ears up to listen to the sounds of the battle. She calculated what might be participating in the battle. She guessed that there were two large mobile suits and many smaller ones. Not wanting any confrontation, she changed her course ever so slightly and started to head northeast. She sighed. Nothing could be worse than what she had been through. Of course, everything always is worse.
Plodding along, she continued onward on her little journey. Once she turned toward the east to observe the battle. She saw the two large mobile suits battling each other. She narrowed her eyes and saw that one of the mobile suits was a reddish orange color. It was heavily armed and had plenty of ammo. The other suit she recognized in a flash: the Sandrock. She growled, bearing her row of bright, silver teeth.
She finally started off on her mission to find her lost friend, but unfortunately, she had no idea where her missing companion was. All she had was a guess where she might be, and that would be somewhere near the north. She continued on hoping that she would find her friend soon. But alas, she might not find her at all…
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Ocean waves lapped onto the dry shore of Africa. A soft cool breeze lifted from the seas, chilling the air with the soft mist of its waters. Reisyira strode upon the beach wading though the lapping waters ever so thinly and carefully. She stayed it the shallow parts, avoiding contact with the large waves. She knelt down upon the sand to pick up a sea bird, which had landed on this shore. The little bird stared at her for a moment, unsure of this stranger's intent. Rei crooned to the frightened bird. The tiny bird finally calmed down. Rei tore a piece of her already shredded shirt. This she tied around the bird's neck. Then she set the bird down. The bird took to its wings and flew away. Rei watched the little bird disappear into the horizon.
Reisyira continued down the shoreline, walking thoughtfully along the beach wondering about this future she was stuck in. She wondered how far off the Earth's axis is tilting to each side. When she was on Earth in the past it was 3o off. Now, judging on what had happened to this part of Africa, it was probably more that 12o off. She shook her head. This was so wrong. There wasn't anything she could do about it now. She was stuck here until she could find a way to get back. Then she'll revoke their chance of survival. Revenge was so sweet. So sweet and so cruel…
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