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I groan as I push myself up from the floor. Shakily, I get to my feet and turn to bare my pointed teeth at the elfae who attacked me.
The elfae's slightly gold skin glows faintly with elation, and her bright green elfae-eyes are dancing with excitement. She grins and blows some stray fiery ginger curls out of her face.
"You're still up? Sweet! It'd be no fun if you went down so easily!"
"Shut up, Izzy." I snarl back and charge forward with a mad shriek. Izzy tries to dodge out of the way, but I manage to close one hand around her arm. I dig the sharp fingers of my claw-gauntlet into her skin and coldly say, "Shock.". My gauntlets register my voice command and emit a strong electrical pulse through their claw tips. Izzy's hair stands on end from the shock, revealing her slightly pointed ears, and she laughs hysterically from the electricity coursing through her body.
"Courtney!" I flick an ear towards the voice but remain focused on Izzy. I've been fighting this crazy elfae for twenty minutes already! I'll just hold onto her long enough for her to pass out and then I'll go see what the other person wants.
"Courtney I could use a little help!" This time, I do turn to look.
My aqueidon friend and teammate, Bridgette, is fighting Izzy's teammate, a pantyr named Eva. And she's totally getting her butt kicked.
I glance at Izzy, hoping that the shocks are finally getting to her and that she'll pass out soon. No such luck. She's still happily laughing. I snarl in frustration before letting her go and running over to help Bridgette.
"E-Eva I can breathe on land and in the water…buh-buh-but I can't breathe with your arm wrapped…around my neck." Eva pays no mind to my Bridgette's gasping, simply rolling her eyes and tightening the choke-hold, causing Bridgette squeak with panic.
Just like I did with Izzy, I grip one of Eva's arms with my gauntlets and shock. Eva roars in pain and lets go of Bridgette, who immediately just flops to the floor, gasping for air. Looks like I'm on my own with this one. Great.
I try to slash at Eva again, but she nimbly jumps out of the way and lashes out with one furry, hooved leg to try and kick me in the stomach. But I'm just as agile as Eva, if not more, and easily dart to the side. I grab one of her curved horns and sharply tug downward, smashing the burly girl's skull into my knee. And, just to make doubly sure to knock her out, I grip her neck tightly and send out another shock. Eva's eyes roll back into her head and she collapses.
Bridgette gives me a thumbs up. I begin to smile back before a hard blow to my own skull knocks me to the ground. Darkness starts to close in on my vision and I furiously try to blink it away. I've never been knocked unconscious in a spar, and I never will!
Dimly, I hear Izzy's maniacal laughter somewhere above me. I force my palms under me to try and push myself to back on my feet. I can finish this; I just need to get back up.
I thump sounds out from my left and I turn my head wearily to see Izzy lying next to me, with her eyes closed tightly and her jaw slack.
Groaning and pushing my ears back with effort. I get to my knees to see Trent, an elfae like Izzy, standing over her body. He knocked her out.
"This spar is over!" The supervisors voice rings out from the viewing platform, "The team of Courtney, Bridgette and Trent are the winners! The winning team can now take the rest of the day off."
My ears are dipped and my fists are clenched into tight balls as I stomp down the hallway to my team's living sector. Bridgette and Trent walk behind me in silence. I guess that they know me well enough to sense that talking to me when I'm in one of these moods is guaranteed to get them nothing more than a tongue-lashing. When we reach the living sector though, Trent seems to forget.
"What's got your tail in a knot? We won that fight, remember?" I whirl around to glare at him, my tail lashing with fury. ""What's got my tail in a knot" is that you wouldn't let me finish the fight!" Trent spreads his hands and shrugs. "Noah was already out of the fight, and you weren't looking so hot at that particular moment Court. You looked like you could really use the help."
"He does have a point Courtney." I direct my glare towards Bridgette. The pale blue fins on her elbows and the sail fin on her back flutter nervously but she continues to speak. "You would've done the same thing for us if you saw us struggling to so much as stand like you were! I know you don't like to admit that you need help, but this time you really did!"
"I had the situation perfectly under control!" I snarl. Trent pinches the space between his eyes in frustration at my stubbornness. His skin is beginning to glow with annoyance. "Courtney, Izzy was preparing a Thunder-Hit when I came over! A few more seconds and her gun would've been fully charged and you would be griping in the infirmary about how you don't get knocked out!" Bridgette nods and crosses her blue-scaled arms.
I glare at my teammates a little more before stomping off to my room. Once I'm inside with the door securely closed behind me, I let myself slump over and sigh. I glance casually at the mirror hanging on the wall. I'm a bast. You can see it in my furry pointed ears, my slightly pointier-than-average canines, my slightly long and sharp nails and my long furry tail. My kind is naturally agile and quick and our senses are the strongest of the six intelligent species.
I turn away from the mirror and drag my feet over to my bed. I sit down on it heavily and rub my face.
I'm not dumb, I know my limits, and I know that Bridgette and Trent are right, but that doesn't mean I have to like it. I have to be so good that I won't need their help anymore. I've always been an overachiever. For me, nothing less than the absolute best will do. But it's more than just my personality fuelling my drive to succeed this time. Helping it along, is Project Bio.
I don't know that much about Project Bio, only that it's a human experiment to fuse robotics with a biological subject, giving them the strength and combat features of a battle bot, but allowing them to keep their living creature rationality so that they can improvise when the need arises, something bots can't achieve. It was a good idea in theory, but the experiment went wrong. Project Bio wound up being an empty, emotionless shell, incapable of feeling loyalty or compassion. As a council member at the time, my father saw the demonstration of the project, where it fought and killed a bandit who had years and years of combat experience. He said it was the most horrifying thing he'd ever seen, that something that's technically conscious could kill so casually, as if it were just going out for a cup of tea. He put forth the motion that Project Bio be demolished immediately, but it escaped, and has been running around free throughout space ever since. I joined the Wawanakwa Sector Security Corps not just to learn how to fight, but to learn how to be the best at fighting. I'll have to be, if I stand any chance at killing Project Bio for what they did to my father.
A/N: And here we have the first chapter! I put in a bit more insight on Project Bio in this one and added descriptions of some other species of aliens that will be featured throughout the story. I'm going to write Courtney in this story with her season 1 personality since I hate mean Courtney with a passion! I hope your enjoying this story so far! Please review!
