The year was 2023, it was a nice calm late March day at an undisclosed location. A girl about the age of fourteen could be seen alone in a field, her head supported by her back-pack. She wore a black long-sleeved sports jersey and baggy pants. Too her side was a pair of black boots which had three buckles along the sides, in one boot was a cell phone. She lay on the ground looking pathetically sad at the stars. It had been eleven years since she lost her father to a war that waged somewhere on the other side of the universe. It was now just her mother and her and their two wolves at home.
Her oldest sister went on to go to college, she went for theoretical physics. No surprise there considering she was always fascinated by the salvaged alien tech. She wanted "to be at the forefront of developing new technology to explore the universe!" What a complete sap she thought bitterly. Her brother went on to join the Solar System Defense Forces. Like his father, he was a scrapper and wanted to be on the frontlines. What a dumbass, again she thought bitterly. "Idiots for throwing their lives away to an organization that our father was essentially an expendable pawn," she snarled bitterly.
After the war that claimed their father ended, their mother left the EDF. She moved her family to an undisclosed location in which not even both his sister and her sister did not know where. And while they were affiliated with the EDF they wouldn't either. She took measures to make sure they couldn't be found even by accident. It was like they just suddenly disappeared. A promise she made to him and intended to keep the night before he died in that alien world. It wasn't as of they completely dropped off the planet, they would go visit their cousins secretly.
During some visits, she would get into constant fights, brutal fights mostly over someone or something over what she thought was insulting her father's memories. Even though she was getting into constant fights with others affiliated with the EDF via being Earthborn or alien, and had the scars to show, she wanted nothing to do with that life. The life that claimed her father's life, nearly killed her mother and took her siblings away.
She was kidnapped and experimented on by aliens on a ship when she was just an infant, which created a rather fierce hatred and distrust of those outside the family that were allies of the SSDF and the SSDF itself. She couldn't quite understand why they forgave the aliens who took her from her mother causing her father nearly to die rescuing her. How they seemingly didn't care that he died on their godforsaken planet.
SHe grinned softly as she remembered her first happy memory of her father, a Guyver. Where she was in a status pod waking up after a recent round of experimentation, to watch him effortlessly kill various monsters, black armored creatures almost like him, and various aliens. Even when he cradled her in his injured arms she watches gleefully at him as he caught a black armored being by the throat and literally ripped his head off by at the base of the neck. She remembered being told that he had nearly died for her, "Wish I could have helped you more." she sighed as a meteorite streaked across the sky.
She also remembered when her mother returned home from space after being ordered to assist in the war. She was with her aunt, who was another Guyver who looked after her and her siblings while both parents were on the other side of the universe. Being five at the time she had no real concept of death and had asked where daddy was, which caused her mother break down hugging her. She forcefully regained her composure telling her "daddy is at Summerland waiting for us honey." Tears welled in her eyes, she wiped them away thinking "I wish we had more time together daddy."
She remembered some other memories of getting into arguments with her siblings about their father and remembered her mother training her to defend herself. She saw some more meteorites streaking across the sky started to get hot in the jersey, revealing a grey v-cut shirt underneath. She sat up and took it off tossing it next to her. She looked at her arms, which were flushed as if they were growing.
She got up and walked from her boots and sports jersey not wanting to burn them. Her mother had taught her how to use the abilities she inherited from her. But being an emotional teenager when her emotions got the best of her they were amplified. But this was different, she didn't know how, but this was different. Her skin was starting to blister and sting from the heat. She grabbed her head by both hands and dropped to her knees screaming from the excruciating pain in her head. As if something was moving around, competing with her brain for space.
She winced while screaming as it felt like things were latching onto her brain itself. She started to feel an indentation form on her forehead along what felt like growths crawling under her skin. She continued to scream in pain as her nerves felt like they were burning and being electrocuted at the same time. She was on the verge of blacking out when the searing heat caused the area around her to start smoldering, but to her, it was like she was the searing environment of Death Valley.
She screamed out for someone to help her, that the intense heat was too much for her to take. Pain turned into fear, fear turned into rage, a rage that no one was around to help her. She started to growl causing the heat to intensify.
She briefly remembered when she was seven how her siblings described the process they went through. She was in the thralls of her body becoming a hybrid and her body was trying to fight it off, and losing that fight. She didn't want that life, even though she loved her mother and siblings with all her heart, but seeing them wear armor similar to their father was a bitter pill to swallow and didn't want that reminder of the father she lost. But it seemed like what she wanted didn't matter.
She inhaled deeply and blacked out feeling the flesh on her arms rip open and the agonizing sting of hot armor seemingly pop out of her arms and formed to fit her arms. The armor singed her arms, wrists, and hands. Seconds later the back of her neck ripped open and like her father, her armor covered her body slapping onto her burning her where the pieces locked together. Her breathing started to come under control and her screaming began to subside to whimpers of agonizing pain.
She slowly stood up looking at her hands and arms. They were almost identical to her mother's arms when she was in her hybrid form. She screamed in rage at the stars not wanting this. She wanted nothing of the life she was inducted into but apparently, that was just too much to ask the gods for. Eventually, the searing pain subsided and she regained control of her breathing and emotions. She sighed and started looking at her new armor.
She continued to look over her new armor. Even though it clung to the clothes she was wearing, for the most part, it was exactly like her father's armor from pictures she has seen. Having watched her mother spar with her older siblings she knew what to do. She looked down at her hands and started to concentrate on having the armor disappear.
The searing pain was just as bad when it went back into her body as it was covering her. She watched in amazement as the areas of her hands, wrists, and forearms ripped open allowing the armor to return to her body. As the last piece entered she saw the areas heal almost instantaneously leaving a faint scar, which would eventually disappear.
She looked up at the stars again panting falling to her knees exhausted from the ordeal. Falling backward she saw more and more meteorites entering the atmosphere, it was so beautiful to her. She tried counting everyone she saw and lost count when literally hundreds streaked across the sky.
She smiled and got up and back to her book bag and used it as a pillow. She was distracted when she saw what looked like little white stars moving around in the night sky rather fast. Bringing her back to the realization of the worldly situation. She was thrust back into a war she wanted nothing to do with.
She lay there the rest of the night watching the meteorites unaware that she was being stalked. She only became aware, as a big pile of fur jumped out of nowhere and started licking her face. It was her wolf, well more like her father's wolf who gravitated towards her as it's person. She playfully pushed off and play fought for a couple minutes before noticing her mother coming up towards her. The other wolf flanking "mommy" trotted up and started playing with it's "sibling."
Her mother was wearing some workout pants and a heavy sports jacket that once belonged to her father that read his hometown and his favorite sport. She guessed it still smelled like him after all this time. Or that wearing it kind of made him seem like he was with her. She expected her mother to be upset for leaving after her curfew, she saw her mother look towards the sky seeing the same meteorites she was looking at for hours which started to fade away to the rising sun.
She slowly walked towards her mother as the wolves continued to play fight each other and run around the field chasing one another. Before she could say something her mother held a hand up smiling at her, telling her she "was watching from afar and that she was so proud of her. That he would be extremely proud of her also" She ran up and hugged her mother tightly crying into the coat. Her mother talked her into going back to the house and resting up, that her real training will commence when she is rested up.
She agreed, gathering her things and followed her mother and wolves back to their home. She looked up one last time seeing the very last meteor streak through the sky. She smiled at it thinking to herself, "Don't worry daddy, I will make you proud. One way or another those who took you from us will feel my searing wrath."
