PREFACE

Alright, so first things first I have a few words to say. Aside from a few characters, places, and in one case a whole species, that I want to introduce, I don't really have a real goal in mind of where to go with this story.

The first few chapters will be setting up our protagonist's backstory and will all happen in reverse order until chapter four, which will be a direct continuation of chapter one.

Aside from this, I'll also be avoiding use of any canon characters as much as possible, while working off of the established canon as of the newest episode (as of writing this, the newest episode is Friend Ship).

Now, are you sitting comfortably? Then I'll begin.


ONE
PRESENT DAY

As soon as the solitary star the planet was orbiting began to crest the horizon with its first rays of morning light the alien city sprang into life. Its citizens started moving about their business; starting vehicles, opening up shop fronts, stumbling their ways through idle small talk with neighbours.

It was all so confusing to her. She was barely able to keep track of what everybody was doing or where they were going. Her planet wasn't like this, it was much more organised where she was from. It was the same all across the galaxy -alien races with such unimportant concerns- but she liked it. It was nice to know that there were such species in the galaxy so ignorant of anything besides themselves that they believed they could afford to care so much about the most meaningless of things.

As she walked through the streets, some of the aliens would stop what they were doing to stare at her, but only momentarily before returning their attention to their tasks. She shared the basic bipedal shape that they did, so she didn't look too out of place. She assumed the aliens must just be passing her off as somebody wearing an unusual costume.

She had only found herself on this planet seventeen local days ago, and in that short time she had learned much about this planet's inhabitants. They were a pleasant people, but had a long history of violence and war that was rather contradictory to their relatively weak physical strength. And that they called themselves "humans."

She came upon a small shop selling various types of fruit she had learned were popular amongst the inhabitants of this small island nation-state. She picked up a red, spherical fruit and tossed the shop owner a few chips of local currency from a pouch on her belt before continuing on her way. She didn't need to eat, not like the humans needed to, seeing as her body wasn't really… real. It was just a projection of hard-light. Her actual body took the form of a small piece of volcanic glass on the back of her right hand from which she drew her name: Obsidian.

She was from a race of sentient polymorphic rocks more commonly known as gems, one of the two dominating races in his galaxy. As such, she had no need for nourishment of any kind. She only ate simply because she enjoyed it.

After an hour or so of walking through the endless sprawling, maze-like streets of the city, a small communicator bead chimed quietly on the x-shaped utility harness she wore over her chest. She unclipped the small device and held it by her mouth.

"Obsidian here, go ahead."

She waited a few seconds before a voice replied back, "Distance to target?"

"Thirty metres," she replied. The street she was walking down was empty aside from a cordon erected by the local law enforcement at the far end. The building she was aiming for was on the other side of the cordon and currently playing host to a group of armed and highly dangerous terrorists.

"Understood, local officers have been alerted to your presence." The communications bead went silent and Obsidian clipped it back onto her harness.

As she approached the cordon, two officers greeter her, confirmed her identity, and then guided her to a large brown tent. They showed her into the tent before departing back to their posts. Inside, the tent was alive with commotion. A central desk was set up with paper documents and portable computer scattered about it. There were sixteen people standing around the table, all shouting at each other, arguing about one thing or another.

Only one person seemed to notice her enter, an older man with deep set eyes, a crooked nose and light brown hair, flecked with silver and matted with sweat. She saw his expressions turn from one of exasperation to relief as he realised who she was.

He straightened his back before clapping his hands to get everybody's attention. The room went silent as all eyes were directed to him.

"Gentlemen, I believe I have a solution to all of our problems." He gestured his hand towards Obsidian and everybody turned their attention to her.

"So, what is it that you want me to do?"


CONCLUSION

Now that's over, please leave a review and let me know what you think so far. The more positive feedback I recieve, the more obliged I will feel to write more chapters.

There'll be no more prefaces or conclusions in subsequent chapters unless I have something important to say.

So until next time, cheerio!